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I feel as though I'm on the edge of something big and waiting for my life to start. I'm grateful that my parents let me do pretty much whatever I want. When I volunteer at an orphanage I think I want to do Ghana, Tanzania, and then maybe an island in the Pacific. I'm applying for my passport tomorrow. I have all the documents and the 2 copies of a photo.
I finished Strength In What Remains. It's one of the best books I've read in a while. It's about the genocide/wars in Rwanda and Burundi-- one man's account of his journey and survival. It scared the hell out of me, though, because many of the refugee kids I've seen are from Burundi. When I start to think about it too much, I have to stop myself so I don't throw up. I really recommend reading it ... it forces you to open your eyes that not everyone has grown up (relatively) safe in suburbia.