Do it for the story.

I’m a talker. It’s what I do: talk, think, usually talk without thinking. I’m not an expert at many things but I’ve pretty much mastered the art of foot-in-mouth. But after studying for over 6 weeks for Step 1, I find myself at a loss for words. I’m s/p 5 days (I guarantee you’ll do better at the bars/clubs if you use med jargon, trust me…), and I only almost feel human. Almost. I wanted to have something profound or even remotely funny to share but I don’t. I’m drained. Studying full-time somehow manages to suck up pieces of your soul and I need this next month off to scrounge up all the little pieces. It’s going to take that long to reacquire social and communication skills.

But as is my M.O., I’m headed out of the States - passport in hand, backpack strapped on - and spending 3 weeks in Kenya and Tanzania with Jinna "Afr.i.can" Yun. On the schedule so far: 5-day safari in the Masai Mara Reserve and 5 days in Zanzibar for Sauti za Busara. The rest, we will P.I.B.E. aka play-it-by-ear.

I temporarily hailed from the Hometown of Obama and now I’m off to the Homeland of Obama. My motto for life but especially for travel is: do it for the story. So, here’s to storymaking and storytelling...

Disclaimer: this entry was originally written for Emory SOM Admissions. Recycling posts is lame but I'm a busy girl.