Last night I was successful in hunting down a councilman who got a carpenter on the job of building my window. With the sun I met with the carpenter to collect materials and with the stars I retire to my bed tonight as the beautifully carved and painted pine window dries. The idea of moving into my room is becoming reality. My advisor in Lima called today and nearly had a conniption when she found out that I still wasn't living with my host family, but I think I calmed her fears with my positive attitude and calm voice.
When filling out my Monthly Report I came to the final question, "If you were to return to the USA tomorrow what would you miss most about your community." this question hit me very hard. The idea of returning to the United States any time soon hasn't crossed my consciousness in months. While I ache for family and friends, I live here. I am just barely getting started, how could I possibly leave?
Even though I spent a majority of the day deeply missing Aaron Smith as I watched the carpenter's able hands, I feel good here, I fit here. Right here. Right now.
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