Try 1: (Monday evening)
|From the first night in Arequipa|
|To the last day in Arequipa...|
What have I learned during this past month? Since the last reflection? This past semester? Since I left the States? In a word: lots. I don't know where I should start. I don't know how I should go about this final reflection. I don't know how to explain it all. I just don't know.
Try 2: (Thursday morning)
|From sharing heart-wrenching goodbyes|
|To cherishing silly memories...|
I am unbelievably blessed. My parents have lived in Guam; Cheri, in Spain; Marcus, in PA (if you don't think this is another culture, go ask him about it); Bill (self-dubbed godfather), Guam. They understand culture, saying goodbye, wanting to stay, loving your family, being misunderstood, and leaving your heart behind.
Try 3/Una mezcla de conclusiones: (Thursday Afternoon)
If this seems poetic, too much, a rant, overwhelming... you may tone it down in your mind. These were the first tries at explaining my emotions, coming home, and saying goodbye. I'm exhausted and I feel homeless. My heart is torn in two pieces.
|From the llamas in Selva Alegre|
(and in front, Buddy, our pet llama)
|To my family in the States...|
I want to be home. It's a little statement, but it encompasses so much. What I've learned after four months is that I will never have one single home again. A part of me will always be in Holland. A part of me will always be in Calvin. A part of me will always be in Arequipa. It isn't bad. It's part of growing up. It's part of moving. It's part of knowing the world. I miss the innocence of having just my little home in little Holland with my immediate family and yet I am so glad I have grown up, seen the world, and have a yearning to continue learning.
|From the tombs in Sillustani|
|I've grown, changed, learned, loved,|
become more myself, more God's
daughter, more of who I want to be
|To the jungle in Puerto Maldonado...|