Many people ask me how I deal with the separation from family and friends. Particularly when I go somewhere as isolated as the African savanna. Even now, I’m moving with the understanding that a relationship that I value very highly will end as a result.
I remember the first time I moved away on my own. It was late August in 2011, and I had just gassed up my car. I was literally just about to begin my journey from Maryland to California to take a position at a non-profit called Our City Forest. This was through an AmeriCorps contract in San Jose.
As I merged onto the freeway, I played a CD that a friend and former lover had burned for me to listen to on my journey. I hadn’t listened to it yet (I was saving it for this moment), and the first song that came up…
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