One week left!

I officially have only one week left in the good ole US of A, and that honestly doesn't feel like nearly enough time. I figured that the last couple weeks would be the hardest and that certainly has been the case.  It feels like I have a million things things to do in preparation for two years in a new continent, including language and technical learning, packing, and in general just getting everything in order.  The truth is I wish I either had two months left or I was already in Senegal.  I hate packing, I have no money and I hate farewells.

This past weekend I had the opportunity to spend time with great friends while also discovering a new city, Boston.  I am glad that my last two American cities I will spend time in are Boston and Washington D.C.  Being able to get in touch with my inner patriot should help me as I embark on a adventure in a foreign land.  I think too often we forget our roots and the sacrifices that were made that enable people like myself and fellow Americans to do what we choose to do, including serving in the Peace Crops.

Admittedly, I am equally anxious as I am excited to start my service. I know how difficult the beginning of training and actual service is, but I am confident I can accomplish my goal to be an effective volunteer and valued member of the region I will work in. As this is my first blog post I will end on an optimistic note, one that will hopefully set the tone for my upcoming service.  I know that some people may question my choice to serve for two years in Africa and are generally concerned for me.  I genuinely appreciate your concern and understand your skepticism.  I will remember your words of advice and heed your concerns.  Looking two years in the past takes me to the beginning of my senior year at Ohio State, a time that flew by and hardly feels longer than a year.  I expect my next two years will do the same, not just for me but for my friends and family I am leaving. So keep doing what your doing and occasionally think of me from time to time, and remember that  two years isn't really that long.  When I come back I may have a new outlook but I will be the same person as when I left.

America, it has truly been a pleasure, but in the words of the mediocre band REO Speedwagon, It's time for me to fly.

Peace,

Andy Pochedly