If I were an honest blogger, I would write: Ah. Eeeee. Ooh. Cha. Kee. Blah. Ahhhhhhckkkkkkk. Ouwowoaoiwekghaksjhd! Bloogey blookey blah blah blah blah. Shh.
Instead, I’ll say, calmly: Tomorrow I leave for Belize. I have packed and repacked all day. My bags weigh 49.5 pounds each and are waiting patiently by the door. There are 4 suitcases, one duffle, two carry-ons, one crate, & a comforter: 5 for Belize, 2 for Dallas & 2 for New Orleans. Everything else is neatly stashed organized in various closets and attic spaces at my dad’s house in Indianapolis, and my car is in Madison.
Again, if I were an honest blogger, I would fill the rest of this page up with Please write! Please call! 85 times in a row I’d write that. But instead I’ll say, calmly and without desperation: Here is my address in Belize-
Brooke Wilson Santa Familia Village Cayo District, Belize Central AmericaEventually I’ll have a local Belizean phone that will allow you to call me (on your dime, wink!) whenever you want, and I’ll be able to make limited calls. I’m hoping to have internet at least once a week, and will post whenever possible. You know me. I can find internet from a rock.
My classmates are in India, Rwanda, Kenya & Ethiopia, and I can’t wait to hear about everyone’s experiences! The Tulane School of Social Work has put together an international blog for those of us doing our last semester abroad. If you want to read their stories, go here.
Me? I’ll be working with kids in a domestic violence shelter (teaching kids and staff coping skills and anger interventions), and I’ll spend one day a week in the village schools doing a writing project with the Standard 4, 5 & 6 classes. Below is my professional project, the manual I put together to train shelter staff and volunteers on interventions and coping skills for kids who have witnessed violence. I think it’s pretty, and I’m excited to see how everything works out.
Otherwise, I’m over and out! See you in December.
Change. It’s here, again. I think it’s funny, as often as things change for us by choice, when it really comes time I always think to myself (and whine to everyone), “WHAT WAS I THINKING?!” But the decision was made with a lot of thought, now what’s coming out of my mouth are random emotional mumblings. : )
Take lots of pictures of your departure!!! And I was thinking of something this morning….that when you give someone else the tools to deal with their grief/trauma you give them freedom. Freedom to live.
Go be His hands and feet, Brookie!
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wait! i didn’t get to talk to you, and i’m sorry, but taylor swift wouldn’t let me.
September 5, 2009 at 1:49am
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Have fun. Remeber to relax. Take in the sights, smells, touch, emotion, and overall experience. I cannot wait to hear from you in December.
September 5, 2009 at 6:06am
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The Lord bless you!
September 5, 2009 at 6:37am
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