Cheers to Our Next Chapter!

Here is an update on what we will be doing after Peace Corps Georgia!

In February of 2016, I walked into my boss’ office and said, “Do you have a minute? I would like to talk to you about something important.” As I closed the door, my boss said, “You are either pregnant or you are leaving.” She knew me very well- on a personal and professional level- therefore, it was impossible for her not to guess. I nodded my head and said that yes, I am in fact resigning. Then I joked that I still have a few years ahead of me until I become pregnant.

She asked me which company I was going to and if I was getting paid more. Her face exhibited utter confusion when I said, “they aren’t paying me anything.” She was like, “I don’t understand. What do you mean?” My hands were quivering slightly and I said, “I joined the Peace Corps and I leave in 8 weeks.” Immediately that conversation took a different turn. She was happy, supportive, and curious about all aspects. That moment is when the Peace Corps became real.

But it got really real when a couple of weeks later I sold my furniture and my car the same day. I sat on my living floor surrounded by a few boxes and no furniture. I looked at Justin and I said, “there is no turning back. We just made the biggest commitment of our lives.” (Well, besides marrying each other). It felt very committal when we packed our remaining belongings in several boxes and stored it in my childhood bedroom in my parents’ home. All the talk about the Peace Corps didn’t amount to much, until that moment.

Now, I’m about to do the same thing, but in an entirely different way. I’m currently staring at my few boxes that I left at my parents’ house prior to my departure to Georgia. I’m just as anxious starting the new chapter of our lives. I’ve been wanting to be a Peace Corps Volunteer since I was 17 years old. Therefore, having to close this chapter is fulfilling but also terrifying. Putting my life in two suitcases once again is no easy feat.

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My suitcases when they arrived in March 2016! They are about to fill up again to go back home!

However, the new chapter that awaits us is an exciting one. After a year of studying for the GMAT and the GRE (yes, we took both tests!), Justin and I applied for graduate business schools. To my surprise, I was accepted to nearly all of the universities that I applied to and received generous scholarships. As much as I miss my home state of California, Justin and I did not apply to any universities there. We wanted a low cost of living and a highly ranked business school. There aren’t any universities in California that offer both ranking and an affordable location.

With that being said, Justin and I are ecstatic to announce that we will be attending Kenan-Flagler Business School at the University of North Carolina in Chapel Hill starting July 2019! We have secured our housing and I’m now anxiously browsing the internet for what furniture that I need to buy!

I will have to give credit to my dear and close friend, Rose! She was one of my best friends during my Peace Corps service and was the one that recommended the program to me. I applied as a joke so that “we can go to school together.” It ended up working out because we need to be close to family and UNC can afford us that opportunity while going to school with Rose! She does attend a different graduate program, but having a close friend from the area does help with the transition.

Rose and I during our Close of Service Conference in March 2018

So pretty soon, Rose and I will be going to furniture shopping together once I arrive in Chapel Hill. If someone told me during Peace Corps orientation that I will move to North Carolina because I struck a strong friendship bond with a fellow volunteer, I would have laughed. So here I am, moving to North Carolina with Justin. My parents, however, are not laughing. They seriously thought I was moving back to California…whoops!

My Peace Corps’ Sense of Style

Our entire wardrobe is smaller than what I’m assuming Kim Kardashian would pack as carry-on for vacation.  Personally, I blame the airline industry. That’s right, I’m poking my finger (or should I say raising a finger) to the 50 pound, 2 bag limit policy for international flights. The shoes, coats, and personal items alone take half the packing space. I’ll put it another way, I had one suitcase that encompassed all my clothes for the next two years for all four seasons. That, my friend, averages to about one week’s worth of clothing per season.
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Me at the end of each season

By the end of the season, I want to take my clothes to a fire pit and burn them because I’m so sick of them. I’ve worn each item of clothing once every week or two. I also got to know everybody’s outfits around me by the end of the second week. In America, you wouldn’t be caught dead wearing the same thing twice in a row. Your snotty coworker might just joke out loud that you got drunk last night, passed out by a dumpster, and went to work the next day without showering. In Georgia, it is totally acceptable repeating the same outfits. *Gasp!* Perfectly normal looking fresh in yesterday’s clothing.

I spend a lot less time staring into my closest debating my outfits than I did back home. I’m not not worried about mixing things up or keeping up with the latest trends. Life is a lot easier in the fashion department…..until the food poisoning episodes started happening.
How are these two related? Good question. Each food poisoning episode lasted a few days. I had no appetite and my body rejected all foods (except boiled potatoes) for nearly 5 days! Today is my first day back to normal from my second food poisoning in Georgia. My first one was merely six weeks ago with the exact same symptoms.  I probably ate less in those five days than one person would during a Thanksgiving meal. Naturally, I lost weight.
Keep in mind, I’ve been losing weight since I arrived in country. All the walking and no driving will do that to you. My husband lost nearly 30 pounds. I’ve had friends who lost over 20 pounds each. I, on the other hand, actually have no clue how much I lost.  Now, I didn’t have 20 pounds to lose. I’m average weight for a short person. So even a mere 5 pound weight loss looks drastic on me.  But I do know this: half my clothes don’t fit me. I bought so many new Fall and Winter clothes specifically for Georgia. And now, I only got two shirts that fit me. I’ll repeat- TWO! So I have no choice but to mismatch the clothes that do still fit me and layer them.
How I feel when I walk down the street.
How I feel when I walk down the street.

Or, I can simply wear the same two fall shirts over and over again. I’m going with the former option. Walking around the street wearing things that do not go to together is my jam.

Staging!

Peace_Corps_StagingSomehow, Justin and I managed to pack our lives in 2 suitcases and 2 carry-on items per person. Basically, if my suitcases were human, they would not have room to eat one more bite on Thanksgiving dinner or their zippers would break open. Of course, Justin’s laptop bag decided to do just that. At the security line before our first flight, as Justin was putting back his laptop in the bag, the seam of one of the pockets wouldn’t close properly!

But it didn’t matter, because after months of waiting, we were finally on our way to Staging in Philadelphia! During this 2-3 day event, the Peace Corps staff hosts a bunch of group discussions and sessions to introduce us to the Peace Corps’ expectations, other volunteers, and some projects. (see picture above for my hotel room window view!)

I’ll be honest, there were a lot of group activities and sharing- much more than I’m used to. Group activities were not very often when I worked professionally (in the corporate world) and when they did happen- we tended to split up and do each segment individually. At staging, it was more like “pick a partner/group and each of you have ‘x’ amount of minutes to share and then switch.” Thankfully, our group of volunteers seem awesome. Scratch that- our “new government issued family members” as one person said, seem awesome 🙂

 

Procrastination at its Finest

I’m not going to lie, I’m having college flashbacks at this very moment. Very similar feeling to writing that dreadful essay and you have no idea what to fill up those 5 pages with. So naturally, you do everything else before you do what is supposed to be your priority.

But instead of an essay in college, it is packing for the Peace Corps. Nothing productive today. I think I had at least five staring matches with my clothes. I’ve had maybe 5 cookies (I know that has nothing to do with anything, but it is stress eating. Don’t judge). I may or may not be catching up on my TV shows right now.

In reality though, I’m not that behind. I’ve done 99% of my shopping. I already have a spreadsheet from weeks ago prepared. And I’ve also done 90% of the laundry I’m taking with me.

I think I just don’t want to pick things in the suitcases for several reasons 1) it is never fun 2) it just means I’m closer to leaving my family, friends, comfort, and luxury… and 3) I have all day tomorrow to do this.