Cart for ya?

I just finished up my close of service conference this week and we had our going away party last night. One would think that this means I will be coming home soon, and yes one would be correct. I will probably be leaving Burkina Faso around the end of July and then moving back to America and back to the real world full of economic crises and artery clogging fast food around every corner. My return to the real world, however, is forcing me to decide what I want to do with myself. My parents have already told me that my master plan of being a bum living in their basement was not a positive life goal and have encouraged me to either find someone elses basement or find a job. For some unknown reason, I chose the later. Finding a job is something I haven't had to worry about for almost 8 years. After selling my soul to Wal-Mart during high school, it just never came up. I refuse to go back to Wal-Mart. I will not be that 75 year old man that cant control my bodily functions as I recite, "cart for ya?" over and over and over. So I at least know where I will not be looking for a job, but that doesn't really narrow my possibilities. I have been looking into a dual Masters program at John's Hopkins in Nursing and Public Health. Peace Corps volunteers are given priority, who knows what that even means, and financial assistance. All in all it is a three year program starting with a year accelerated program to get my bachelors in nursing. After that I will apply to doctors without borders and come back to Africa for a while. Thus my life in a nutshell. My plan has changed everyday this week and has already changed today, so we will see how I feel tomorrow.

Cliffs we biked by on our safari trip

I am so cool

Children doing tricks for my entertainment

My future wife and my neighbors monkey