Well the time has come. I am a slim one more day away
from boarding a plane and returning to the U.S. of A. It seems like just weeks
ago that I was saying good bye to my dad and Joanna, in the security terminal
in the airport. They were embarrassing me by crying and I simply waved, because
I had no idea of what was to come. It's amazing how coming into a program such
as this, that you are so clueless. Your concept of a year is so wrong, along
with your expectations. And now after having my year filled with depression,
excitement, friendship, loneliness, I will go back to the "normal"
life?
I currently, along with the other students, am in complete denial. Not just being stubborn about having to go back to school and work, but we cannot genuinely grasp the idea of going back. It seems as if life back in USA is no longer a reality. Because, my life here in Paraguay is all I know. The times I grew up and spent with family seem just fake; as if I have really belonged here my whole life.
I have a feeling going home may be harder than arriving here. It will be heartbreaking to only spend time with other people from USA instead of my usual minimum of five different country company standards, which I love. Because, I will not get the crazy ideas and personalities such as these people, that I call my very best friends. Also, I feel like I will not be able to relate to other people after what I have lived here, but we shall see. I will have to learn how to pick up where I left off. But, hopefully not re-become the person I used I be. I hope to never forget this experience and the things it has taught me about myself, my country and others. I hope one day I am able to have such an experience again and it breaks my heart that it is all over.
I currently, along with the other students, am in complete denial. Not just being stubborn about having to go back to school and work, but we cannot genuinely grasp the idea of going back. It seems as if life back in USA is no longer a reality. Because, my life here in Paraguay is all I know. The times I grew up and spent with family seem just fake; as if I have really belonged here my whole life.
I have a feeling going home may be harder than arriving here. It will be heartbreaking to only spend time with other people from USA instead of my usual minimum of five different country company standards, which I love. Because, I will not get the crazy ideas and personalities such as these people, that I call my very best friends. Also, I feel like I will not be able to relate to other people after what I have lived here, but we shall see. I will have to learn how to pick up where I left off. But, hopefully not re-become the person I used I be. I hope to never forget this experience and the things it has taught me about myself, my country and others. I hope one day I am able to have such an experience again and it breaks my heart that it is all over.
In Brazil for the end of stay camp with the AFSers of my group that survived this year. |