***The contents of this blog site are mine personally and do not reflect any position of the U.S. Government or the Peace Corps.***

If you’re reading this it means you’re interested (at least marginally) in what I have to say. I think this warrants some information about the sayer.

The basics of my existence up to this point include a childhood on the farm, high school graduation in a class of 75 people, four years spent studying English and historical photography at Albion College, one year jauntily touring Europe and enrolling at Oxford, one Honda Rebel motorcycle, and a magnificent stationary rowing time of 1 minute, 46 seconds.

My reasons for joining the Peace Corps are as varied and unconnected as my personal history. My interest in joining, abstractly at least, ¬†was first sparked at the beginning of a year spent studying abroad in Western Europe. As I was hugging my father goodbye he said, “Make the most of it. This will be the greatest adventure of your life!” My gut response was “It better not be!” From that moment I decided to dedicate my life to pursuing adventure, following in the footsteps of travelogue giants such as Che Guevara and Margery Kempe, though hopefully with fewer mythical visions and motorcycle crashes.

Peace Corps represents a decision to dedicate 27 months of my life to exploring the full meaning of cultural awareness and sharing. I believe this trip to be not only about my learning a new language, meeting new people, and sharing my culture, but about receiving in turn. I am not going to Guinea to prove that the American way is the best way. I am going to absorb a beautiful and intricate culture which can trace its history for decades. And hopefully along the way I am able to contribute to the enrichment and expansion of this people and country.