There are not enough lines in this WordPress post space to convey all that has gone on in the past month or so – where I have been and where I am headed – but I promise, I will make a good attempt to capture it for you. Also, I will provide photographic evidence.
First of all, I moved. South. Like, past the Mason-Dixon line to a place I only read about in totally slanted Northern history books. Second, I live in a loft. A post-modern, slick, sleek, space with a dishwasher AND a washer and dryer in it. Just for me. No one else. Third, I don’t sweat nearly as much as I thought I would with the humidity here and my hair isn’t nearly as awful as previously feared. Fourth (can there be a fourth?), I am reinvigorated for my work as well as my advocacy for victims of sexual assault.
While I will get to all that other fun stuff, I am right now in the process of investigating Georgia’s state laws regarding sex assault (as it pertains to what constitutes a minor, etc) and requirements for state certification to be an advocate. Yesterday, I met with the women at the Women’s Resource Center at the nearby university and got a good overview of the programs made available to students as well as faculty and staff. I am eager to contribute my experience/knowledge/time in any way that the Center finds me useful. Already, I have a bystander intervention training to attend and possibly a task force meeting where I can serve as a representative of and voice for the community in and around the school. It’s of the utmost importance to me that I continue my personal growth in this arena.
So, off to bed I go; it’s been a long day. But I wanted to let y’all (my feeble attempt at Southern speak) know that I am in fact alive and looking forward to bringing you along with me as I make some discoveries in my new hometown.