I'm going to be writing a lot about how to prepare for Africa, since it is definitely the most interesting thing going on in my life right now. I'm going to start from the beginning, to chronicle what has occurred to get me to this current point in the trip, which is -26 days and counting. So this first part is how I decided to go to Africa, and how I got a start on it all. I think the reason that I first wanted to go to volunteer in Africa had a couple of causes. I really feel that I am responsible as a person living in a priveleged place as the US to go to help people as much as I can. I have always wanted to be able to travel with the idea of helping people. As much as I love to travel, all of my experience in doing it was strictly to be in a different place and to see different cultures. I wasn't able to help people, to do good if you will. I was there for my own benefit only. While this isn't a bad thing, it wasn't satisfying my need to be a help to people, to do my part for the less fortunate of the world. Nursing was a great vehicle for me to help, and part of the reason that I became a nurse was to have the opportunity to have a good humanitarian reason to travel. Also, I love to travel. I love the opportunity it provides, the sights that it allows, and the interactions that are possible. I love being somewhere long enough to meet people, to have a feeling for life as it is in another place, under different circumstances, under different cultural norms. It's exciting and eye opening.
Last year (2005), I had so much on my plate, just starting in an ICU as a nurse, all that. My travel opportunities were sparce, and I barely succeeded on achieving my lifelong goal of leaving the US at least once a year. I managed a short trip to Canada, and at no other time was I able to leave the US borders. So, at the beginning of this year, I decided, 2006 was going to be an extraordinary year for me. It was going to be a fantastic year, and one filled with travel as well as other things. I was very determined to make this happen. So the idea of going to Africa, which was already slowly being mulled in my head, started to pick up momentum. By late January, I had just made the choice, it was already decided, mostly subconsciously, and I was as surprised as everyone when I announced that it was something I was planning. I was probably more surprised than anyone, really, but there was nothing to do about it but start planning. The balls had started rolling, and there was nothing to do to stop them.
There was some heavy duty convincing to do, for my friends and family both. First, no one really took the idea seriously at first. There was also some resistance. After all, it's not every day that someone you know announces that they are planning on heading off to Africa for six weeks (a length of time that was also subconsciously determined), probably on their own if they can't find an organization. It's enough to make people uncomfortable. But like I said, it wasn't something that I could change. I'd already settled on the idea. I wanted to help people, I wanted to get out of North Carolina and be doing something, and I was terribly restless for the road. I initially planned on going by April, and I even went as far as informing my boss of this departure date, which made her uncomfortable for a different reason (scheduling). Soon it became clear that this was not possible, however, for logistical reason, so I decided it was better to go in September, and from then on, it was a go. So, I talked to my boss, and her boss, and the boss above that boss, and eventually was cleared by the Director of Nursing at Duke. I made the first week in September my departure date, and eventually that part of the planning was cleared. That left the actual trip building part, of course, but the foundation was laid.