After six months in South America, I am finally home.
Leaving Buenos Aires was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. I expected to survive study abroad, but not to fall in love with it. I didn’t just have to say goodbye to a city, I had to say goodbye to a family, friends, and community that I will miss dearly.
Adjustment to life in America has been bittersweet. The bitter side: serious home-away-from-home-sickness. The sweet side: friends, family and Colorado sunshine.
More than two months after the sprained-ankle-incident, I went on my first long run this morning. I wasn’t planning on going very long (the altitude and newly recovered ankle), but once I started, I couldn’t stop. Feels good to get back into the run of things.
With senior year of college ahead of me, I’m not sure what the future holds. But one thing is for sure, I’ll never forget year 21 spent in Argentina.