On November 1st, 2014, I began a life-changing adventure that would take me places I’d never dreamt. I started my international social work journey; a journey that I daydreamed about in grad school and while working in community-based mental health. Oh how I longed to be exhumed and rescued from the endless burial of clinical notes, a million post-it note “call back” reminders, and interdisciplinary team meetings that sharpened my skill of sleeping with my eyes open. I imagined riding off into the sunset to a third world country advocating for clean water, working at the United Nations for equal rights of women in the Middle East, or, maybe, I could assemble an aggressive effort to stop child sex human-trafficking. “That’s exactly what I’ll do,” I told myself each time I watched CNN or Al-Jazeera. While my colleagues caroled in unison their plans of pursuing doctorates or private practice ventures, I secretly diagnosed myself as an outcast. After separating the meat from the bones, I honed my interests and focused my efforts.
-Ciji
The Traveling Social Worker 
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Hello Ciji!!
I couldn’t see you again at the conference. Thinking I will see you the next day never asked you for your contact information. Hopefully we can connect.
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Hi Cynthia, Which conference are you we talking about?
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Interested in travel! Please guide me in the right direction! I’m currently an LMSW OR LGSW one Alabama
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Hi Camille,
I have had success with these particular companies in relocating overseas: magellanhealth.com and sri-hq.com. Tell me how it works out for you.
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