Homeward bound. And oh, so ready.
While saying my goodbyes over the past few days, I repeated the same phrase many times: “I am sad to leave but I am happy to be going home.” I’ve always considered this one of my greatest fortunes. I have such love to come home to.
The fragility of my country at the moment, especially in terms of hate directed at marginalized groups and the unknown of the near future, has left me longing to be home. During the past week, I spoke with several U.S. citizens living in Costa Rica who have avoided their home country and celebrated the fact that they are not there. Each of those conversations made my heart sink. I cannot imagine wanting to leave your country and your family at a time like this.
When I saw the news of demonstrations happening around the country, all I wanted was to be there. When I spoke with my family and friends about their hurt, all I wanted was to hug them. None of me wanted to run away.
With that said, I am thrilled to wrap my parents in a hug when I finally plant my feet back in Upstate New York. I’m excited to wiggle my roots around in the ground. The near future is quite open but I am determined to follow my heart and my gut. They have never before led me astray.
The next time I write I will be back in the homeland. And freezing my butt off. We’ll see how that goes.
I hope you are all spreading the love. And of course, if any of you need to vent or talk, I’m here.