Everything comes with a price, does it not? Here I am, living what is certainly an enviable life, on the beach in Huanchaco, Peru and I am homesick. The problem with this problem is where am I homesick for? Where my friends are… all over the world. Where my family is…. the United States. Where my things are… Hawaii.
I woke up this morning lonely. I’ve been in Peru nearly a month and have met some wonderful people, but I miss my friends. My Hawaii friends, my Taiwan friends, my Utah friends, my Oklahoma friends. Despite what might seem a glamorous life of travel and adventure, there are definite and very strong moments of longing and loneliness. I try to see myself as adaptable and capable, and I am to a certain extent, but when that need, that compulsion, for someone or something familiar hits the front of your brain, there’s not a lot you can do about it. It’s there… needling and poking and in my case, making me cry.
Don’t get me wrong. I have chosen this life and I love it. I revel in it every day and never for an instant regret my decisions. But I miss my mom, I miss my Hannah, I miss my Lana, I miss my Sandi and I miss so much more that would take pages to list.
But I also know that, when I leave Peru, I will cry about that as well.