REPOST OF MY PIECE FOR PEACE CORPS THAILAND MAGAZINE When I look back on the past 26 months I feel a deep swell of gratitude, and speaking honestly, relief. Gratitude for the experiences, relief that I survived them. I vaguely remember landing in Bangkok, transferring to a large bus, and waking up in a small community…
Together we have traversed emotional landscapes full of unexpected land mines. I think, to an outsider, we’re probably all bordering on insane.
Somehow, even in the coming and going, I’ve found home. Home lives in the memories; in the streets, the steps, the couches, the movies, the conversations, the meals, the porches, and the memorable moments. I’ve done a lot of leaving, yet I remain convinced that the reason I can leave confidently is because I know that when I return to the people I love, I will always be returning home.
I have to admit, I am about to gush. I know, I know, there I go catching all the feels. Please forgive me, I just have a lot I want to say to you. I have so much to thank you for.