By Amanda Eastwood
Maternal and Child Health, MPH
My life has been an absolute whirlwind. Fortunately the breeze is warm and refreshing. It's been a long while since I've caught you up to speed so in my limited moments of free time before bed let's see how much ground we can cover.
My first year of grad school was so fresh, new, and even restful. Knowing that I was on the path to following my heart into a career that I'd dreamt of since the age of 15 played a huge part in the wonderful year that was September 2009 to September 2010. My good friends know that sleeping well is not my strong suit. However, upon entering grad school and pursuing my master's in public health, believe it or not I began to sleep upon going to bed. A novel concept. When I returned from Mexico last August after an indescribably invaluable and positive experience working in cervical cancer prevention I couldn't have imagined how different the second year of school would be from the first. Upon finishing my work in Chiapas last summer, I spent a few days by myself at a rustic beach in Oaxaca to relax, reflect, and journal about my experience and my thoughts about the work I had done and the goals I had for moving forward. I was very specific about the things I wanted to do in the following school year and post- graduation writing about skills I hoped to use, the office environment I hoped to work in, and where specifically I'd like to be. Going out on a limb I wrote that I thought it would be pretty amazing to work six months in a Latin American country followed by six months in either Tanzania or Kenya. (Keep this in mind as it has a GREAT significance slightly further along in this blog)
Having had a taste of the work I had longed so many years to do, I began to again lay awake at night pondering what I hoped to do after graduation (nine months later..ridiculous..I know). These pondering and even nervous thoughts continued on into the first semester and sailed right on into winter break. Entering the new year something happened. I realized that I would soon be finishing at my coffee job come the end of March. While the process of leaving the company was a sad one for me, it also allowed me to dream outside of the boundaries of my office and the work I had done for nearly five years. The world was my oyster, mine to conquer. As I slowly realized how deep and wide the options really were, I actually began to fall asleep at night and dream of green, lush mountains and fresh, roaring rivers flowing down them. I dreamt like this for two weeks straight. Can you imagine? It was like escaping to the source of life each and every night! After months of restless nights and unsettling dreams, this was unexpected but happily received.
At the end of those two weeks, I found out about a job opening at the organization that had sent me to Mexico. It was a program manager position located in Vermont. While I had spent years desiring to move out of the States, this job was just too good to not apply for. So I did. And in the meanwhile, I dove into research about Vermont investigating the culture, activities, food and drink scene, lakes and sidewalks, and so on and so forth until I was convinced that I could live there and be excited about it. My interview went well ; Since I knew the woman interviewing me, it felt more like a catch up and conversation about my goals than the scary interview we all fear. In the end, I had no idea what to expect but was told that I was a strong candidate and that they hoped to make something work to get me on the team. I had subtly (or perhaps not so subtly) mentioned how much I enjoy spending time IN country working IN the community and that I feel that I truly *sparkle* in that environment. The following week, I received the much awaited call from the executive director but the news she shared was the LAST thing I had expected to hear. "Amanda, what would you think about spending six months on the ground in Nicaragua and perhaps six months on the ground in Tanzania?" I was SPEECHLESS. SPEECHLESS. Before I could say much, she told me to take the weekend to think about it. "You're on your way to Sacramento. What a perfect place to think about what you want!" So think I did. Even though all along I knew that I wanted to go. The following week we continued the conversation covering the details and a few days later I excitedly accepted the opportunity.
Two short weeks later, I found myself in Vermont for a quick two day orientation to my site in Matagalpa, Nicaragua including the work I'd be doing, the key players involved in our program and various sites, and all of the other nitty gritty details that make the magic happen. I've been hired to work on a UICC funded pilot evaluation of the sustainability of their cervical cancer screening and treatment model in the Matagalpa region. In addition, I will be working to train a new team of community health promoters at the location of a new site to be launched in September. I will also be working to collaborate with other local NGO's to provide family planning education and services to the women that we serve. All of this will be done in collaboration with the Nicaraguan Ministry of Health and a number of different coffee cooperatives in the Matagalpa and Madriz regions of Nicaragua. - The wonderfully crazy thing about all of this is that I am going to be doing exactly what I had written about/asked for (as mentioned earlier here) last summer with regards to location and the specific responsibilities and project types. CRAZY. Folks, I'm tellin' ya, DREAM and dream BIG! Why not? Really? And be SPECIFIC about your dreams. I dare you. I know you want something. You do. You have goals and dreams related to the person you want to be, the places you want to go, the relationships that you desire, and the kind of work that you long to do. Dream it. Be specific. Tell others about it. Do it. Grow into it!
Another dream come true was the opportunity to go to Europe with a friend for the first two weeks of May. Taking the good advice of a couple of friends, I cashed in my Delta miles and paid $171.00 tax to purchase a round trip ticket to London where I'd meet my friend Lauren for a two week jaunt through England and Spain. So I moved out of my apartment of five years, defended my thesis, did my laundry, and packed for Europe and Nicaragua in the course of four days. On the fifth day, I hopped on a plane to London admittedly in a somewhat frazzled state of mind. However, by the time my layover in JFK rolled around, I was in a 100% European Holiday state of mind. Over a beer during my layover, I had the oh-so-good fortune of meeting a wonderfully kind and even dreamy British gentleman who generously shared three pages worth of London suggestions for me. Nine hours later, give or take, I found myself at the Heathrow airport meeting my friend and aside from the intense fatigue, ready to conquer the world.
Of course there is so much more to share but for the sake of time I'll leave you on that note. I write to you from Managua on my second night in Nicaragua where I find myself with my first free and alone time with a laptop in weeks. Saludos to you all. Until soon....











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