I feel like in America people get into a routine of life. I wake up, go on a run or go to they gym. I eat lunch. I hang out at my house for a few hours. Then, I go pick up a girl from school. I drop her off. I get ready for my next job. I drive to my next job, maybe do some homework while I’m there. Before you know it, it’s 9 pm. I close the gym, go home, eat dinner then go to sleep.
The next day it is the same exact thing.
I’m living each day the exact same and it is the worst. My job is great, but there isn’t anything I’m trying to achieve each day. I don’t have any tasks. I just sit there and help people in the gym when needed. That is just what I do.
When I go to Haiti, everyday is different. There is always something that needs to be done. I love it when I am there. I feel like people need me. Like I’m actually doing something useful with my life.
When I’m here, I feel like there is nothing special with my day. I feel like no one has benefitted from what I have done all day, especially me.
I’m ready to be used everyday. I’m ready for excitement and unpredictability. I want to be needed. Everyday, I find myself day dreaming about August. How much longer till I leave. That’s kind of the reason I have been so obsessed with my fundraising because the closer I am to being fully funded. The closer I am to leaving.
I know it’s terrible to “wish your life away”, but i’m just ready to go.
