Going back home was, to my surprise, harder than I thought it would be. The excitement of 2011 had ended and I was back home, back to a much more quiet and slow paced live. I was so happy to see my friends and my family, but then, people’s lives continued and mine was on a pause. I’ll put it in a way someone explained it to me: it was like being on a very strong drug and then when you stop, comes the withdrawal. I was in a transition phase; not only did I just come back from a year abroad, but I was faced with the post graduation “what the hell do I do next”. So I went back to my old jobs, teaching skiing and lifeguarding, just to get out of the house and to keep me busy, while I figured out my next steps.
It was difficult, I had ups and I had downs. There was a lot of confusion; I didn’t know what I wanted to do or where I wanted to be. I was in Rigaud, I had no car and felt de-motivated. Then, in February came Jose Juan to visit. I would be lying if I said that this had nothing to do with what was going to come next. February went by fast, as it always does, but I don’t think it has anything to do with the number of days, there is just something about February. After much contemplation, many debates, many pros and cons lists, I decided on Wednesday March 14th to buy my one way ticket to Peru, leaving on the 16th. To many this might have seemed like a quick and unthought decision, but it was well thought out and now here I am continuing my blog because I am once again, for the third time, back inSouth America.
La chola 