This is me on June 3, 2009 at the El Paso International Airport with my mom and brother Greg. Mom, you look great in the picture, and I'm sorry I didn't get these pictures up sooner. Look at me...happy, fearless, motivated, innocent...wow I look pretty hardcore. At this point, I do not know who else is volunteering with me, who I’m going to be living with, or even the name of the city that I am going to be living or working in for the next 2 years. I pretty much just know that I hardly slept the night before, I probably forgot something at home, and that 27 months in Peru is a really long time.
The night before this, Greg stayed up most of the night with me as I pieced together everything that I might need for the next 27 months (Thanks dude, and the rest of the fam. as well). It turns out that it is really tough to hold up something, look at it, and decide if you can do without it for the next two years or not. I know that in the picture it doesn’t look like much, but that is literally everything I own here. When I packed up my house in Fort Worth, I filled my entire Suburban and a big U-Haul with all of my stuff, and now I’m down to these 3 bags…it is really sorta weird, but I like it.
I flew to Washington DC for “Staging”, where I met the other 35 volunteers and had my first day working for the Peace Corps. At staging, we participated in a bunch of ice-breakers, had a crash course in Peace Corps rules, got some advice, signed a bunch of papers, and then went out for our final taste of US food and beers. I got the chance to hang out with my old buddy Pete Lechez and Haley Hearsburger, which was awesome even though I had a little resaca (hangover) at my first day of staging.
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