Thanks to an email some of my fellow PC invitees received (and I finally got early last week), I was reminded I needed to get my Yellow Fever vaccine more than four weeks in advance of departure. Since I was planning to get mine in mid-September, that was not going to fly. Oops.
Luckily, there’s a place that does travel health I’d visited prior to my trip to Costa Rica. After spending 20 minutes reviewing my current vaccinations, the RN deemed Yellow Fever as the only vaccine I needed and I was out in 5 more minutes with my pretty yellow WHO card stamped. Yay.
Wrapping up life as I’ve known it is a lot more difficult than I thought it would be. I’m typically good at closing chapters of my life and beginning new ones, but thus far this one has proven to be really difficult. Mostly because I’m happy… I love the city I live in. I’ve made a lot of great friends lately–both here and across the US. I have a job that I would have been at long-term.
Two years isn’t a lifetime, yet it’s hard not to think about the things that’ll happen while I’m gone. I’ll miss four weddings in the next year alone–my best friend and three cousins–and likely more as people fall in love. I’ll miss at least two births and those babies will be toddlers by the time my service is complete, but likely many more. My brother will graduate from college. It’s hard not to think about the “what ifs” on what I’ll miss over the next two years.
But what would I miss if I stay here? I would miss weddings. I would miss deaths and births. I would miss a new place that I just might fall in love with. I would miss the opportunity to make new friends and to learn a new language. I would miss the opportunity to make a radical change in my world view. I would miss the opportunity to do a little good for people who deserve it.
Things that are worth doing are very rarely easy. They’re scary. They’re hard. I might cry… a lot. I might ask myself what the %^@* I was thinking on a regular basis, but at the end of it, I know that I will have no regrets.