It has been brought to my attention lately that I haven’t been being completely honest. This blog is a collection of stories and anecdotes about my time so far with the Peace Corps, but I have chosen to omit quite a bit.
You see, I’ve been sugarcoating the truth. Only telling bits and pieces of what my life is actually like here. If you were to read through my posts you would probably get the impression that my life is one hilarious cross cultural encounter followed by a party at the regional house or a trip to Dakar. This is only a small part of my reality and the reason I’ve been leaving a lot of the “tough” stuff out is two-fold. First, I don’t want to worry/offend/upset the people who are reading this, especially my friends and family back home. And second, I don’t like writing about the rough days, I would rather forget them and move on. After all, if I wasn’t a bright-eyed optimist I wouldn’t have joined the Peace Corps. Right?
But, I want this blog to reflect my experience as a Peace Corps volunteer in its entirety. The good days and the bad days. So I have decided to dedicate the next couple of weeks of blog posts to the not so great parts of being a Peace Corps volunteer. Because honestly, most days life here is really, really hard.
Disclaimer: The contents of this blog are mine alone and do not represent the positions or views of the U.S. Government or the U.S. Peace Corps.