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Let’s try this again

Posted on August 13, 2017December 9, 2024 by Elle

It was just another Saturday afternoon. I was procrastinating with writing a paper in health policy. Tennessee vs Florida was playing in the background when I clicked on over to the Peace Corps website. I thought why the hell not?

It’s now or never, right?

I can already hear what you are saying…

“The Peace Corps? Really, but aren’t you’re already a nurse.”

Yes. Yes I am. I am already a nurse, but let’s rewind just a bit– Spring 2013.

I was all set to go to medical school only 35 minutes from where I was living. VCOM here I come. I was as ready as one can be to start medical school, and then, life, as it has a tendency to do, got in the way.

Without going into details, I withdrew my spot in the class of 2018. I looked at other options to pursue my goal of providing medical care. I enrolled in the local nursing school and graduated in August 2015. Immediately I signed up for and passed NCLEX, started to work on my BSN, and promptly got a job at a local hospital.

Which I hated.

To say I was stuck in a rut is an understatement. I started feeling lost and wasn’t sure what my next move would be; did I want to move? [Not really] Start a new job? [Probably, but I was more than burnt out after working in hospitals for the last 10 years. I could not fathom what I’d want to do]. Run off and travel for a year? [No, I’d already done that when I spent a little over a year traveling in South America]. I knew there was something else for me but I had no idea what it was.

I’m not sure exactly how the Peace Corps popped into my head, but once it did, it turned into a nagging thought that would not go away. Of course, I’d heard of the Peace Corps. I’ve even done international volunteer work before. I casually mentioned it to a few friends by saying “So if I joined the Peace Corps, would you come visit me?”

More time passed until that September Saturday where I was looking for motivation to write that paper. Upon finding none I looked into the revamped application process. I explored open programs and current PC countries. Health was an obvious choice, but I also opened up my application to other areas. What I know about community development can fit into a thimble, but I was willing to try.

So I applied. When it came time to pick countries, I wish there had been an option to exclude certain places. I was fairly open to most countries, but I knew, that the South Pacific Islands are not for me. Equally, I’d prefer to not go to Western Africa. I chose Kyrgyz Republic, Mozambique, or Guyana.

I’ve lived in a thatched hut in the middle of the Amazon with a compost toilet before. I have had my own apartment in places where electricity was sporadic. I know indoor plumbing, running water, and electricity are all things I could do without. At least for a predetermined time.

So it is now or never. I’ve only told one person that I’ve submitted the application. I have an interview Friday. We shall see how it goes. Stay tuned on how this new adventure shakes out.

I love this view

Update

On January 4, I had an interview for Peace Corps| Lesotho. I was less than enthusiastic about this interview for several reasons:  1. I do not want to go to Lesotho for several reasons. 2. The program was youth development. That was not one of my choices I put down as an interest and when I asked about that I was told the health and youth programs were combined. I was less than thrilled.

One of my reference writers didn’t get the reference in until 3 days before the deadline. I had just worked 16 hours the night before; my interview was at 8:30am, and I was most likely barely coherent.  It was a bad interview that ended after 50 minutes (I think most of them last 90 minutes) and it was to no one’s (meaning me) surprise, when on March 1, I got the email that said I had not be selected for Lesotho.

And I was relieved.

But not deterred. I submitted my application yet again mentioning health as my only choice and choosing Madagascar, Guyana, and  Ethiopia as choices and lo and behold, two days after submission, I was ‘under consideration’ for PC | Madagascar.  And I’m excited.  Of course,  it will be an eternity until I find out anything; the program stops accepting applications in July. I’m already doing things differently; I’m learning French. I’m learning more about Madagascar. And I’m excited. Let’s only hope that I am offered the chance to interview for this program.

These kids are happier I’m sticking around a little bit longer.

Blast from the past

Welcome to On Sunday Morning. I’m the voice behind the blog and the person behind the camera. I’m an eager explorer, wannabe writer, capable chef, creative conversationalist, aging athlete, and proficient photographer. Queer in its original meaning is an apt adjective to describe me. I even have a day job working in healthcare. Social media is making us sad; let’s go for a walk somewhere together or trade tales around a campfire.

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