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23.08.2008
I have been home for almost a week now. It's finally starting to feel more like home.
I left Mexico feeling terribly sad. I think there's always the fear of never returning for whatever reason, which is something I absolutely can't let happen- I truly want to go back. In any case, it was funny because Jorge dropped me off at the airport, but of course he came in too. We hung out for a couple of hours and then tried to check in my suitcases, one of which was of course overweight. We had to rearrange all of my luggage, so as not to pay the $150 dollars. Considering I had to pay $100 dollars when I arrived because of overweight luggage, and then they lost it in the States for a while because of "security" reasons- no querria esa desmadre de nuevo.
Anyway, leaving was hard. Coming home felt depressing, as usual.
I like my home though, I have a wonderful time here, but I always dread the return.
I have to search for a job, which I don't want because I don't know how I'm going to manage this school year with my teaching practicum too.
I don't like the feeling of disorder.
I'm just happy this experience has formed part of my life.
Hang in there. Mexico has a way of coming back. It was my first real "international" experience back when I was a teenager. I returned last year at Christmas some 15 years later. Going back again this year as well.
You can find true beauty in disorder. Enjoy the ride.
by lstrong