Springfield, MASS
Life on the road has officially begun. Maybe it's not life on the road that enjoy so much but being part of a corps. Yes. Be it a corps of peace or a corps of stories I am all about it. Next up: the marine corps. (stop laughing dad)
Anywho, I made my wa
First of all I have waaaaaaaay too much crap. After consolidating and selling my meager belongings (bed, dresser, desk, chair, night stand), packing up the back of Carl's truck with boxes of winter clothes and books, and giving my plant to the generous Eleanor and Patrick to babysit, I still manage to have an enormous suitcase, large backpacking backpack and small (but stuffed to the gills) school bag. Today rolling the gigantic suitcase down the Amtrak aisle was no easy feat. I actually had one man jump out of seat to help me because i looked so pathetic bumbling down the row. But, I'm here. That's good. Enough of the kvetching.
I do miss New York.
There. I said it. This is going to be one wild adventure but I think that much will be a learning process. I hope that I don't dissapoint. I know, I know that's awful
Today I shadowed two interviews. One with a young ouple who are going to get married in October. When they came into the booth I thought to myself, this is going to be a typical "i love you. I can't wait to get married," interviews. But, they blew me out of the water. The man is HIV positive. He just kept asking his fiance the most honest questions like, "What did people say when you told them I had HIV?" He had had HIV since he was young. He was hemopheliac and contracted the disease through a blood transfusion. Their love and understanding (as corny as I know this sounds) was infective. I thought, this is why I am doing this job. I want to be stunned.
More tomorrow
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