This post has relatively little to do with Mozambique, aside
from occurring here. This post mostly reflects on the past seven years of my
life.
I’ve worn a single bracelet on my right wrist since October
18th, 2005. It has been 2608 days since I began wearing it, and has
never come off except when it has broken. But those days are over. It has
broken enough times that no amount of duct tape and super glue will keep it
together. Its final breakage occurred one year after swearing in as a peace
corps volunteer.
And so I begin a new stage of my life. I will never forget
what that bracelet meant to me, why I had it, and who has its twin. But I no
longer have the constant physical reminder around my wrist.
But to commemorate this passage of one year, here are some
pictures to enjoy!
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"You can't move on until you let go of the past. Letting go is the easy part, it's the moving on that's painful. So sometimes we fight it, try and keep things the same. Things can't stay the same though. At some point, you just have to let go. Move on. Because no matter how painful it is, it's the only way we grow."
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