I'm back from Guatemala. 2 weeks is a long time to be away. Long enough to make me homesick (something I haven't really experienced before). It was also long enough for me to make Guatemala a sort of a home. When I close my eyes at night, images of the vast jungle and the people's faces cross my mind. The little spanish I picked up finds it's way in my everyday vocabulary, and I'm waving, constantly, at everyone (something I did everywhere in Guatemala). And I do miss it, and it seems silly to come back to my life, my jobs. I suppose I don't know exactly how to explain why I feel that way, but my life here seems a little silly now. But as much as I miss the jungle and the work and the people, I missed Brandon so much more. Little things on the trip would remind me of him and I'd look around trying to catch his eye, forgetting it was countries away. The last two nights we've stayed up talking, catching up, snuggling. He is my truest friend because so much of me lives in him. It's so good to have that part of me back, that part of me that is him.
I love this post. I feel the same way every time I leave Andrew for an extended time. You have such a good way with words. I love the way you put it.
ReplyDeleteagreed on the 2 weeks thing, i was in india for 2 and was very ready to come home. this entire post sort of sums up my feelings about india - missing it now even though i missed home then.
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