Preparation.

In order to exist fully somewhere I courageously neglect elsewhere. Freshman year of college I learned, among other things, that it's difficult to exist in multiple places at once (college has proved to be full of such startling epiphanies). I lose nearly all contact with non-utterly-vital people from home while at school and vice versa.

Entering the final stretch pre-departure for Uganda, it feels blatant that this quiet, ironically secluded summer in NYC may be training for the seclusion I'm bound to feel in east Africa. So, I entertain solitude. Working as a camp counselor last summer reared me well to work as a RA. Hopefully my last month on the east side of this continent will prove as fruitful.