It's 50 disgusting degrees in Boston. It's cloudy and windy and essentially miserable. No one thinks it's a beautiful day but me. Why?
Peace Corps invitation via phone call. 2.25pm Wed 12 May 2010.
Nine months and almost as many doctor visits later, I have completed my application. Details will not arrive until the bundle of informational joy arrives on my doorstep either Saturday or Monday morning.
Tears of joy, eight phone calls, four emails, three Facebook likes and four comments are hardly enough celebration for what has happened but I'll accept it for now. Graduation is in T-minus four days. Which event deserves more?
I kinda feel bad for overshadowing my roommate's third anniversary with her fabulous beau (also a soon-to-be abroader, Ph.D-ing it up in Belgium).
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