Sometimes it´s hard… not gonna lie.
Ok, so, how about I just write a book about this experience so that you will all know exactly what I´ve been up to… because I just can´t seem to keep up with myself on this blog.
Recently I reminded myself why I came here: to learn a language, to learn about a culture, and to learn about war. I am doing all of those things and it is exhausting. I don´t know what I expected this experience to be like, but I never could have expected this. My emotions run a crazy spectrum at an obscene pace. At one time I will have such a fierce love for this place that I feel like exploding. The next hour or the next day I will feel intense frustration that usually boils into hatred for the unfamiliar things around me. I ride out those ugly times by writing. Unfortunately, sometimes I write TO someone and then I fear that they worry too much about me. If only they knew that in a matter of moments, or a handful of experiences later, I am at peace and incredibly o.k…
So I´m still struggling with how to make sense of all this for you. It´s difficult. Sometimes so difficult that I wonder how much it would cost to change my return flight and leave a.s.a.p. But right now, I´m so happy to have two and a half more months here. I love where I am right now at this minute… well not really, but that statement will be true once I leave this internet tienda!
Peace out, yáll!