I don't know how I am supposed to feel.
This morning, I stuck my feet under a shivering dog to keep my toes warm. It worked.
Tonight, I laughed so hard I snorted.
Later, I sat in an elevator talking to my friend. The doors opened once and it was a friend.
Later, we assumed it was our friend the second time the doors opened. It wasn't. Whoops.
family. I think that's they best way to describe it.
I keep trying to imagine myself in the reverse; I try to put myself in their shoes. What if a group of Chileans joined their life with mine for a month. How would I feel? What would returning to daily life be like?
I have una famila chilena. It consists of a group of gringo americans and a group of beautiful chileans. EverPresent.
I feel like I have the opportunity to leave a piece of myself in this city.
What do I have from it, what do I leave in it?
I think it's been a good exchange.To live, would be an awfully big adventure.- Peter Pan
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