Wednesday July 17th, 2013
Going back home seems like this vague off in the
distance light at the end of the tunnel sort of metaphor. It’s weird how “normal”
this routine I’ve developed feels to me now. How much I feel like this is my
life and my life back in LA isn’t real or never was or vice versus. Today during
our one on one’s a scholar said, “I dream of Africa.” This has become her
reality now. She dreams of this community and the people in it and I same thing
has happened to me. I’ve never traveled and stayed in a single place this long
before.
I still really can’t believe that I am here. That I
am a part of something like this.
Some people go their whole lives without traveling
anywhere. Never getting the opportunity or choosing to step out of their
comfort zones. I am so grateful. It feels so surreal.
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