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Today's Thoughts: Uganda & Job-Hunting

Two weeks from today, I will be on a series of planes over Africa. Actually, right about now I'll be on the homestretch. The homestretch to Uganda, that is.

To say I'm excited is an understatement.

The interesting thing about this trip is that I'm not going for a safari and I'm not going for any humanitarian/aid reasons, which are generally the top motives people head to sub-saharan Africa.

I'm going for friends, and I'm going for me and I'm going because I can and because I believe that traveling with open eyes and a student's mind will inevitably change you.

Anyway. That's my philosophical tidbit for the day. My packing list has been made and I'm figuring out when to do laundry so as to have the most amount of clean clothes without having to resort to second-class outfits before I leave.

The great thing is that I'm embracing skirts and dresses this summer, but likely won't take those with me to Uganda, as above-the-knee is deemed inappropriate in Christian circles.


I am applying for jobs and this is an exciting and terrifying thing. Exciting because I'm moving towards change. Terrifying because I hate rejection. It also means I spend even MORE of my day on the computer as I prep resumes and cover letters in my spare evenings. A tolerable but not desirable reality.

Having these applications out in cyberspace has made it easier to be (slightly) more present at work. There is an end in sight, even if it is not yet determined. I am really enjoying the thought of having a job that I can sink my teeth and heart into, an environment where I feel like I'm part of a team, and the possibility of career advancement within the same organization. This is what I'm dreaming of.


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