Nov
22
alwaysljolley
Follow the Jolley Brick Road
Argentina
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I am not a Peace Corps volunteer. Wow… I am not a Peace Corps volunteer. Technically I am a Returned Peace Corps Volunteer; I will be for life. But I have been a volunteer for three years and four months…and now I am unemployed.

Thursday I lived in San Ignacio, Misiones in Barrio La Villa Universitaria. Friday I packed everything I owned, left my home of 1 year and 3 months, hopped a bus to the capital for my bus to Argentina…and now I am homeless.

I had my wives, Casey and Julia, who I spoke to every day, multiple times a day, for sometimes hours a day. And now we’re faced with international phone charges and potentially limited internet access. Who am I going to give moment to moment updates about my bowel movements, or a new street dog friend I’ve made, or a new way I’ve found to embarrass myself? …I am alone.

What the hell am I doing?!

Shh, don’t tell anyone, but I really have no idea. I don’t know how I got here (well, yes, other than a bus smart ass), I don’t know where I’m going, who I’ll meet, where I’ll be staying, what I’ll be doing. My plan is measured in months, not days or hours, and completely subject to change.

I always thought the leaving volunteers who were going to travel around South America for months and months after service were amazing but terribly reckless for putting off their future. Now I’m one of them. Hello shoe, hello other foot.

My best friend recently called me ‘brave.’ I’m not so sure about that. I don’t feel brave. Maybe I’m a special kind of stupid.

I should be going to school. I should be getting a job. I should be saving money. I should be preparing for the GRE. I should have an IRA. I should have a gym membership. I should have a dog. Hells bells, I should at least have an address. I should be responsible. But I’m not and I don’t and I won’t and I can’t and I haven’t.

I have(had?) a Type A Personality. I should have a schedule and be accomplishing things. And yet I don’t feel that drive right now. I don’t know where it went. Let me know if you find it for me, but put it on layaway for a while, because I’m enjoying drifting too much

In summary, I am unemployed, homeless, alone, without a plan, wandering…and it has never felt more liberating.

…Now follow me down the Jolley Brick Road, read along, stay in touch, join my travels. Let’s go find OZ and enjoy of the stops along the way, and hopefully I don’t find myself wanting to click my heels together too soon…

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