I was lucky enough to get the window seat on my flight home. I peered out of the small dirt-fogged window to see the Bay Bridge. Home, but only for 3 more weeks. I have just spent the last 5 weeks in the small fishing town of Jiquilillo, Nicaragua. When I touch down and enter the airport, for a split second I am shocked. Culture-shocked. I have only been away for 5 weeks but I somehow feel out of my element. For a moment, a toilet that flushes seemed odd to me. The conditions that I have been living in differ exponentially from the pristine SFO airport. When my mom picks me up I am overjoyed to see her, but surprised again not to have waited in 100 degree weather with 90% humidity. My mom is asking me tons of questions and though I can hear her, I'm distracted by my atmosphere. I forgot what living like this was like.
In the couple weeks I have had before I leave in 2 days, I have had a lot of time to reflect on myself. I have learned so much about graciousness and consciousness within myself in my recent journey. I now have more courage to take full advantage of this next journey and although I am nervous for what's to come, I am proud of myself. Pride is a nice thing to feel, when coupled with courage. I feel strongly that no matter what ups and downs I encounter, my next journey will be incredible.
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Kenyacita
