I can’t believe that I’m leaving today. I’m packed!!! Oh my god, am I really leaving that soon? Has it really already been six months? I remember getting here and thinking “wow, six months is a long time, but I know it’ll go fast, but it just seems like such a long time” and all the way while I was here how I kept thinking “god, I still have 4… 3… 2 months left, but I’ve already been here 2, 3, 4, 5 months!”
I had this moment on New Years Eve, or maybe it was already 2010 by this point, or perhaps midnight exactly. But regardless, I had a realization. I realized that I was no longer a teenager. I have no idea when it happened or how it happened without me noticing, but I realized that I no longer consider myself a teenager, nor do I act or conduct myself in that manner. I don’t know how it snuck up on me, but it seems that I have grown up while distracted by this whole life thing.
I blame Ecuador. I have grown up SO MUCH here it’s ridiculous. I can’t even begin to describe it or figure out why, but I don’t think I’ve ever changed so much over six months. But I’m grateful for it. Ecuador was hard, living abroad was challenging, but god it was so worth it. I realize, looking back over the past six months, about how much I’ve changed and how much Ecuador has changed me.
We did a reflection thing at our farewell dinner last week where every student went around and described something they would miss about Ecuador. There were some good ones. Here’s one of my favorites that I will share with you:
“I am going to miss feeling alive. I have never done so many things outside of my comfort zone So thank all of you for dealing with me, and thank you to Ecuador for the adventure.” –Esperanza CantúWhat am I going to miss? Well, I will tell you what I talked about:
I am going to miss the independence and the challenges that Ecuador has faced me with. Living here has been a challenge, for sure, but a rewarding one. It’s challenges came in all sorts of shapes and sizes. I am an insanely social person and very socially dependent on other people, but Ecuador has taught me, forced me, to become independent, often times against my desires. Whether it’s taking a trolé across the city with your school bag and all your books, toting a few extra packages and trying to avoid a riot, or just learning to enjoy time by myself, or getting on a random bus to some unknown destination, Ecuador has made me rely upon myself much more than I’m used to. The challenges have all been accepted and conquered though, and I have never had so much personal growth in such a short period of time. I feel that I carry myself differently, handle situations, look at life with a slightly different angle. And for that I have Ecuador and South America to thank.
I am also going to miss the amazing places I’ve gotten to see and the beautiful and completely unique nature places there are in this country. I actually enjoy the 6 hour bus trips across the country because I get to sit and watch gorgeous views pass me constantly. Whether it was sitting by the lake at Otavalo, looking out across the wide open-ness of the Páramo, touching snow on Cotopaxi, watching birds over the river at Tiputini, or just laying on a beach in the Galapagos, I have been so lucky to have seen so many amazing places while I was here. I feel so blessed to have witnessed so much natural beauty here in Latin America. And that, I will miss.
There are so many things that I notice now and I am absolutely sure that I will suffer culture shock when going back to the US. I already undergo it any time I interact with Americans who have only recently arrived in Ecuador. It’s crazy how different I feel from them. I find myself speaking more quietly because I think Americans are loud. I notice when lights are on and food is left behind (even moreso than before) and I feel like even my family has a tendency of wasting, and they’re some pretty conscious people.
Also, let’s not even get into how my English is weird again because I think in a strange mix of Spanglish-Katie-Pidgin. Yeah, my linguistics are even stranger than ever. Great…
I hate to admit it, but I am actually afraid to go back to my old life. I didn’t realize it before, but I think I tengo miedo. What if I don’t like my old life? I know I don’t like my old life, I didn’t really like it then anyways. I do not enjoy being over busy and worrying and all that crazy type-A personality business. I want to stay the me I found again here. The me from home who isn’t really that worried and is chill and not stressed. The me that sat next to the Tiputini river after a sticky day in the field, yet still drinking hot manzanilla tea because it tastes that good with the fresh miel. The me that sat for hours before dinner, just watching the flycatchers swoop in and out of the trees across the open expanse of orange as the sun cooled and bathed the whole world in reflecting rays of gold and bronze. The me that loved it when the bats came out and I sat and thought about the evolution and physiology of flying mammals and how damn cool it would be to study them.
It’s the same me that sits in the ocean and just feels the waves’ rhythm pulsate beneath my palms and the sand dance around my toes. The same me that loves the feeling of snorkeling because I can engulf myself in this marine world without the stress of oxygen or exhalation.
Can this crazy tree-loving hippy live in the Midwest where it’s cold and frozen? We’ll see…