Reflections

So now comes the time when I evaluate my emotions about leaving on Monday. Part of me is ready to go. Paul went home last Tuesday and I am dreadfully missing my constant companion and, lets face it, my best friend in Honduras. I will be happy to see everyone, especially my dogs and my parents (sorry mom and dad, but I know the dogs will love me and be excited and I won't have to answer any questions). Still part of me is apprehensive. I feel as though I have changed quite a bit while I was down here. I haven't driven a car or worn makeup in three months. Life here is slower, there is little that is so pressing that one need stress over it. There are no antidepressant commercials on t.v. or therapists for everyday folk. I love it. I love the people here, who will bend over backwards to help you without once stopping to worry about what they get out of it. I love the fact that everything is ridiculously affordable (can't help it, I love to shop, and I love shopping lots and spending less money even more). I have made friends here that I hope I never lose touch with. I have already started thinking about when I could come back (and have been offered a job at a school here for the 06-07 school year).
Most of all, though, I think I am incredulous that I have made it the entire duration of my trip. I have, in the past, had a penchance for becoming frightened, homesick, whatever you will call it, and ending my trip early, or calling my parents in tears. The thing that I have seen on this trip is that I can take care of myself. I am an adult who is personable, capable, and who genuinely cherishes the experiences that this world has to offer. I like that about myself. I continually hear that your thirties are some of the best years of your life, and now, with this trip under my belt and my thirties staring at me from not far down the road, I have to say: Bring it on.

All my love,
Jen