Another New Beginning

As of April 17th, I am no longer a Peace Corps trainee, but rather a Peace Corps Volunteer (or PCV). It was a great two and a half months with my fellow trainees, but as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. To any other Omnibus 99ers out that read my blog, thanks for your support and friendship during training, and you all better keep in touch. To all that have commented or even just stalk my blog, thanks for reading my words thusfar.

But now here I am. Alone. No more daily routine of training. No fellow Omnibusers close to me. My work site is Atacames. Do not let that mislead you, though. My first three months of living and working aren{t going to be glittered with the glamour that is Atacames. My living situation (not quite ready until Monday) is in a community called Playa Grande (translates into Big Beach). That sounds cool, until you realize Playa Grande is 45 minutes down a dirt road actually no where near the beach. My living situation there does not look great, but hopefully I can survive for three months (when I can move into something more comfortable). I have no cell phone reception at home and getting back into Atacames looks like it is going to be a headache. Yeah, life will be rough until I can find my own place in the actual town.

So what{s the point of this entry? Right now, I feel like the start of a race. I am sitting at the starting line. The race official has already called Ready, and is now on Set. My heart is racing. All the nerves are on this race. It hasnt been since high school track that I have been this nervous. I see the ten hurdles in front of me, I can see the finish line. But the finish line seems so far away. Hopefully, once the gun goes off and the race begins, the adrenaline will keep me going. I only fell in one race in all of high school, so odds of falling in this race of my current life seem pretty low.