Well, this was unexpected. Can’t say, really, what was, but the last year has been nothing if not filled with expectation. As the school year was drawing to a close circa April, I took the dive. I’m no English teacher, said I to me, and, This ship needs some new horizons, said we to us (we being C and I, of course). We do still deeply dig on Le Puy, and this is our point de chute, but there is a lot more world to see than we’ve had the chance to see thus far, and point de chute means landing pad after all, and one needs to take flight in order to necessitate landing, right? And so the search began.
I knew it would be hard. The Interweb is chockful of warnings that development work is crazy difficult to break into. But I had years of experience with vulnerable people. I had years of experience of monitoring and evaluating, of change management and people management and risk management. I’d volunteered almost without a pause for over a decade, and spent a year volunteering full time with two wildly different grassroots organisations in a developing country. I had two fluent and a third decent language. And I type damn fast. I knew it would be hard, yes…but I thought it would be possible.