Africa

Jan 21, 2007 16:30

I have nine days before I leave on what I hope will be the greatest adventure to date. I can finally be happy and talk about my trip without feeling sad or bad about Papa, spending time with my family, school, or not having time to see friends. I have seen everyone in my family and I have a working car that enables me to see all of my friends. I can pack and trained my dad's new worker so I can leave without any guilt.

Africa as a continent fascinates me. I want to understand why some countries have faired better than others given the same natural resources, geography, and loan regulations. I want to read African authors and am so excited to have professors that can offer other perspectives. I want to know why and how some areas use child soldiers and others don't. I want to see mico-lending programs working and children in schools funded by US AID. I have so many questions about languages, societies, customs, and people groups that I think I might leave with even more unanswerable inquiries. I read everything about it I can and only shop online or at Borders because Barnes and Noble does not see the demand for such books. I dream about Africa. Some days I do not know why. I long to be there. Every time I read about a new country I want to visit it. My most recent are Botswana and Lesotho. Both of my parents are coming to see me so we can plan trips.

My internship affirmed my belief in the effectiveness of the foreign service. Now it is a matter of being able to live abroad...
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