Well, WE MADE IT. All of us (with
exception to Leesha, Laurel, and Hannah K. who are doing some solo-travel) are
safely back, tucked cozily into our homes with our families, dispersed
throughout the States. We’re filled to the brim with home cooked food and a
multitude of emotions. On one hand we’re incredibly ecstatic finally be back,
running to hug our families, squealing with delight upon reuniting with dear
friends, receiving a happy lick from our excited dogs. But on the other hand,
melancholy thoughts often drift into our minds when we’re reminded of life in Peru.
It seems for every happy thing we re-encounter in our lives here, there’s
something we miss equally as much in Peru.
We’re happy to reunite with friends and family here,
But we miss
our friends and family there.
We’re happy to eat pb&j’s, and drink tap water,
But we miss
manjar and jugo de fresa.
We’re happy to speak in English guilt free,
But we miss Spanish words and
phrases that are sometimes the best/only descriptions we can find.
We’re happy to walk
in winter wonderlands,
But we miss
our Arequipean sunshine.
We’re so very happy here,
But we truly
miss it there.
It seems that we’ve allowed Peru to
nestle itself deep into our hearts. That country, with its sunny weather and
even sunnier people, has become home to 22 college students, whether we
realized it or not. Home is an interesting concept. More than a house, home is
where we’re completely comfortable. Home is where we’re embraced and accepted
by family and friends. Home is where our hearts warm up. Home is here, and home
is there.
And that is a beautiful thing.
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