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These last few months have been an absolute whirlwind. I applied to Remote Year in July on a whim, and was in the middle of studying for the GREs for the third time. I'd broken my year into manageable chunks in order to be able to handle the whirlwind I'd brought upon myself: take the GREs, apply to schools, find a new job, and then finally, pack for Remote Year. The plan First, I would study for the GREs for a few months and take it early enough to get the results in for the

Mexico City was amazing even though I was only there for about half the time. I came out for our big orientation day to meet everyone, flew back to the states, came back after the end of the Obama Administration, and came back to my new tribe-family, or tramily of Meraki. We went to a fantastic brewery, danced it up in a small bar where we were the only ones. Some people may have taken their shirts off. Some people may have gotten on people's shoulders. All of these people ma

My fear of gun violence affects my feeling of safety. I was robbed at gunpoint in Dallas about ten years ago and being in a new city, Mexico City, I've struggled with disproportionate fear around my safety. Fortunately, my first night in Mexico, two Remote Year staffers dropped me off in an Uber and even walked me to my door to make sure I got in okay. Another staffer and I had had trouble getting the keys to work in all three doors the morning I arrived so this kindness made