Part of Leaving is Coming Home

The Llama and I strolled through downtown Ashland this evening.

“Remember when, one year ago, we were living in our friends’ basement in Vina del Mar?”

“Yup, I do.”

“And remember when, two years ago, we were planning our trip to Chile, and hadn’t even decided to get married yet?”

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An Alien in this Land

court on ocean walkway EDIT

Moving to a new country feels like a really stupid thing to do, sometimes.  I have felt incompetent, useless, and foolish.  I have felt out of my element, over my head, confused, frustrated, and irrationally upset about little things.  I complain more than I should, and sometimes it feels lonely.  My pessimistic moments have the power to turn into days, sometimes. Continue reading