18 November 2013
Things just got a little more real, a little more sad, and slightly awakened. My life choices are mine to live with and this includes the sacrifices of the time lost while they play out. My two years away means in fact, I am not home, to help, to call, to hug. It means I am still 22 months out from being there. Reality hits like waves from different oceans. So many things are coming together in my life to make a stir of emotions reach the brink of the pot they are in. I’ve been in site one month and a half, I can feel a change, not only in the weather, less rain and more wind, but also in my attitude, my relationships are deepening. These aren’t just people I want to like me for now. They are people, with ideas, contradictions, prejudices and people who genuinely care. I was invited on the teachers trip at the escuela and they offered to combine money so that I can go. I was speechless because it means a lot to me that even though they don’t know me very well, they are willing to do such a thing for me. I was upset to learn that is the same day they need me to go into San Jose to get my ID, so I wouldn’t be able to go. For me the sentiment remains. Teachers are starting to wave at me at the high school, I find myself, even on rough days, smiling and smiling even bigger when I get a genuine smile back from one of the students. I went to the store to recharge my phone in my sweatpants the other day…everyday is less and less a front, and more and more me. Devastating news from the home front and in my own relationship in combination with an intense hike yesterday have all left me drained and tired. Time and patience…poco a poco, I must never forget.
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