Wednesday, April 8, 2015

It gives me hope.... (April 2015)

It gives me hope that my neighbor with the machete tied around his waist and campo hat thinks animals are to be taken of, even his cows. And that Maggie likes him.

It gives me hope that in San Jose I saw a police officer usher a man in a wheelchair across a street and when he was thanked, he said con gusto, because it wasn’t part of the job, it was a genuine act of kindness.

It gives me hope that when the wind blows, sometimes I can feel the beach.

It gives me hope when my phone rings and it’s a friend calling to connect.  

It gives me hope that I laugh more these days, whether its because I can make jokes and be silly in Spanish or because Maggie makes really funny faces and sounds; I guess it doesn't really matter why. 

It gives me hope that I am not forgotten, that I still have visitors, mail, and Matt, and people excited for my return home.

It gives me great hope that I get to travel with some of my greatest friends I’ve made here in Peace Corps when our service is up and that we will see countries together, speak our Costa Rican Spanish in Bolivia, learn a trade in Argentina, and process our time as PCVs together before returning state side.  

It gives me hope that I am not alone, that I am still next door to my host family, that I am busy some days and not so busy other days, that Kim and I talk about going to Disney and Target when she gets to come to the states.

It gives me hope that my time here is ending, it shows that time does in fact move and that I will too, so will everyone here once I’m gone.


It gives me hope that when I’ve spent hours in my head, thinking about what to pack, sell, give away and to who, and how my last months will be spent, that when the wind blows, I still exist, I am still here.