The first time I moved to Peru, i was a mess. Literally. I was doubled over in pain and couldn't stand up. Melly Mel and laura had to help me to the car and get me to choke down tums. i got on the plane and fell asleep. i was so tired i didn't realize the plane sat at the gate for two hours while I slept. The pain in my tummy wore off but my nervousness and excitement did not. I was ready to "change the world."
I got there and it was so different and so strange. I felt lost and unknown. Time wore on and it became my home. Today, I'm heading back after two years and my question is this: will it be home or unknown?