She sat in her chair contemplating. Then she turned to me and said, "I need a job." Mind you she is employed and making a pretty penny. But it's not complete, nor satisfying. I responded with "I need….I don't know." I am pretty content with life as it is happening. I have a simple fun job for which I am grateful, friends to call in a crisis, and a supporting family. I pay my rent month-to-month and I'm able to enjoy the luxuries of Audible and Netflix. However, in my mind, my first response was, "I need my Master's."
The more I thought about it today, the more I want it. But in what??? International Studies? – about just as broad and useful as my Anthropology degree. International Law? – could I really do that? I don't want to be tied up in courts and paperwork. I want to be in logistics, on the forefront.
In the social sciences there is always talk of the Peace Corps. I have looked into it briefly before but the two-year commitment has always scared me. What do I have to lose? All I have to do is give my landlord 1-month notice, and find someone to watch my cat (probably my parents). Otherwise, I know that everything else is good. The people I leave will support my leaving and the things that aren't with me or here when I come home, I don't need.
I am fully confident that my service in the Peace Corps will tell me what to do next. It will be the springboard to the next chapter of my life. Here I go!
I plan on applying at the end of the year as my portion of the 50-year Corps Anniversary.
