Changes
I haven't written in here since before leaving Honduras. In fact, I haven't even private journaled since being back.
I think part of me is still not willing to face it all.
So many changes.
I'm home and in a land that should be so familiar to me but at times feels cold and distant.
Sometimes I'd give anything to be back on the muddy roads; my feet being suctioned with each step... being hooted and hollared at...
... just to be back.
I think part of me is still not willing to face it all.
So many changes.
I'm home and in a land that should be so familiar to me but at times feels cold and distant.
Sometimes I'd give anything to be back on the muddy roads; my feet being suctioned with each step... being hooted and hollared at...
... just to be back.