it already being halfway through the program, I am already anticipating graduation from FEMA corps in november and have begun to reminisce the program already. it's nights like these where my two room/team/work/life mates and I crowd onto the one bed our room has to offer us (there's also a pullout couch...we aren't actually sleeping three people to one bed...at least not yet in this deployment anyway) and sip tea and talk about everything from sweating through our khakis everyday (sorry for the image) to issues of social justice and where we think society is headed to sharing pictures and stories our of homes and lives away from the program that I feel incredibly grateful to be living the life I am living. I feel as though so many people feel stuck in their jobs or homes or lives and don't know how to get out or how to make a change to their world that will make them live each day a little happier. I am grateful for the opportunity to live ten months of my life on the cusp on adventure and the unknown. it seems such a simple thing to just choose to be happy with our lives. and maybe it is that simple. if I hadn't blindly applied for americorps nccc, I wouldn't have gotten the chance to live outside of my comfort zone for ten months and have the opportunity to see what life holds outside of my everyday routine. sure, I probably don't want to live with three/four people to a hotel room for the rest of my life, but I've gotten to experience all the craziness that life has to offer (ok maybe not ALL the craziness, I'm sure there are still a few crazy things awaiting me).
the point is, mr blog (blog version of "dear diary"), is that I love life too much to continue to feel trapped by routine. if I find myself in a job in the future that I feel trapped in, I hope I can muster the courage to take a huge unknown step and try for something that makes me happy. all we have is the day we're living right now. and by george, if that means more nights drinking tea that is out of our budget price range on a shared mattress in a humid and stuffy hotel room wearing the same clothes I have worn every night for the past four and a half months and talking until one in the morning at the sake of not making even an ounce of what could be considered "decent money," then I prefer the former. I've learned I'm driven more by people and passion than by money and stability (sorry parents about the "money and stability" part....probably not what you wanted to hear).
and on that note...goodnight, illinois (or as my illinoisan teammate calls her home state: chillinois).
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