Thrilled to report that Thomas and I received our formal invitation to serve with Peace Corps in Morocco, leaving for service on
January 12th, 2015. The focus of our work is Youth Development. From reading our job description we learned that the King of Morocco (known in Morocco as the “King of the Poor”) has a deep commitment to helping the young people of his country. There are youth centers throughout Morocco to help youth learn entrepreneurial skills, English and other job skills, and we will work in one of these centers. As of now we know we will complete training in Rabat, the capital of Morocco, but we do not know what town we will then work in. We are thrilled with this placement, and are productively slogging through the many pre-service requirements that Peace Corps seems to send daily (that’s a bit of an overstatement, but it feels like we get new tasks assigned daily). Tracking the various medical, dental and legal tasks is putting my organizational skills to good use. My new adage: you can take an Organization Development Consultant out of a job, but you can’t make her disorganized. Or something like that.
Since moving to Seattle we have greatly enjoyed exploring the city, most often by foot. Having extended time to just ‘be’ in the world is starting to be more comfortable to me, although I still regularly have moments of, “What the H-E-DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS are we doing?!” My darling husband regularly reminds me that all is exactly as it should be, so I should just fall into the experience of not having a daily routine that includes work. So much easier said than done, but I’m working toward mastering this ‘footloose and fancy free’ mentality.
We are in Victoria this week to visit with family and friends. I have an ongoing sense of, “this could be the last time I (fill in the blank) before we go to Morocco.” I haven’t decided if this lens so useful to me or not, but it’s definitely giving me deeper appreciation for all the experiences I am having. We had a lovely time yesterday visiting with two staff from my high school, Mark Miller and Bill Warthe. And we’re getting lots of time with my Dad this week, which is nice.
Will post again soon…