Sometimes life calls for sprinting just to be on time, I've finally arrived, entering a place where I question the unknown. The unknown seems familiar to me, the challenges I've faced start to become enchanting. As the Nebraskans would say "If you don't like the weather now, wait an hour", I've coped with weather and the odd moments. When I arrive to my final destination, me and my team will be in Rochester, New York, we will be serving with the American Red Cross completing disaster preparedness assignments. I've imagined us traveling from shelter to shelter completing inspections making sure the facilities meet regulation standards.
Presently, me and my fellow Corps Members have been faced with FEMA fast-track hiring. It's definitely fast-track, nearly 200 Corps Members are scrambling to interviews like it's their last shot at success. I wonder why we all decided to be shuffled around, losing our minds between meetings, workshops, service-learning assignments and miscellaneous duties. Having no choice but to thrive, I've perfected what I already considered perfect resumes to send off into the HR abyss. FEMA recruiters seem to be holding a winning lottery ticket that we all want to grab.
Upon completion of FEMA Corps, I'm looking forward to my simple yet extraordinary lifestyle again. Waking up to mornings filled with curiosity that dawns on me. "Wake up, you need to make money" I'm not twenty-one pilots stressed out, I'm coastin', letting the events of my life fall into place. Like Traditional Corps, FEMA Corps has taught me many lessons. I found the greatest moments of my life in adventure and uncertainty. I've traveled many places, crossed paths with many people, remembering to carry love with me wherever I go, not allowing my heart to be settled in one particular state, with one particular person or occupation. I've learned that life is worth taking many journeys, FEMA Corps has broadened my horizon, my best self is found along the journey.