Joining the Peace Corps was not about two years of service. It was not about giving back, it was not about adventure, and it was certainly not about resume-building.
It was about discovering life.
Growing up in New York, with the fast-pace lifestyle, the traffic, the no-time-for-hellos, I often felt my eyes wandering to the branches of trees that spread out into the serene sky. So many people were so blind-sighting-ly focused on making a living that I wondered how many were actually living.
By removing myself from my natural element, by taking a break from society as I knew it, I found the true me.
I found who I was when I did not have the media to tell me what to wear or who should be wearing it.
I found what I loved to do when I did not have a crowd to bond to and I found what was really important to me when I had nothing else to depend on.
I joined the Peace Corps with an immense amount to learn and an open heart to give.
Morazan, El Salvador, stole my heart with tasty mangos, giggly little faces and refreshing bucket baths and I took every measure to try and give them what they had given so unconditionally to me.