Well, I knew it would be out of control crazy busy when I got back to the states, but maybe not this busy. It’s September 17th and I’m still working on getting all of my things in order. The sudden challenge of needing to keep “United States time,” has not proved to be easy…granted I didn’t really do a very job before I left either.
When I was leaving Colombia I felt like I was actually ready to leave, although I think that was mainly attributed to my coastal sickness and all of the problems I encountered with my visa. But now, it makes not even 3 weeks that I’ve been home, and I want to be back in Colombia. When people used the phrase home sickness, I had never really identified with the sickness part. When I went off to summer camp, etc. I would really miss my family, my brother and sisters, and friends, but I wasn’t sick over it. I guess right now I am experiencing my first bout of, well I guess just sickness, in a way that your body yearns to be somewhere else. Maybe we can call it home sickness, because I can’t see my life without it including Colombia as my home for at least a little bit more somewhere along the line.
I find myself thinking in Spanish, “seeing” my Colombian friends walking down the street, and turning merengue music on only to dance around my room solita 😦 I miss the warmness of the people, the place, and the word “tranquila.” I miss laughter being acceptable always and everywhere, and not seen as an outburst, but rather as a suggestion for others to follow. I remember Lucas always saying that gringos were crazy…and I think he’s right, they’re crazy not because they act crazy, but because they can be so uptight and unfriendly–never would an estadounidense Marta (see earlier blog) call me after meeting me for 30 seconds on the metro…and the reason is not because we don’t have a metro in Madison.
Ohhh Medellin, Paisas, Colombia– how I miss thee!