aunque no sea para siempre

It's hard for me to believe. November 23rd. One month, to the day, until I'm back in the States. This weekend will be my last spent free falling through Quito, and the next four weeks i won't stop moving. Ten days in the Galapagos Islands, 3 days back to school to take my finals (um...), and then a week a half with my brother and dad traveling South through Ecuador and into Peru to dar la vuelta back to Quito.

I'm looking forward to it all: the non stop home stretch of 'getting-my-last-fill' of traveling through ecuador, having my family see this place I've made home, heading home, seeing the rest of my family, and Christmas.

But what a strange thought. I can see it now, after the high of Christmas cheer and festivities the 3 days im back...me- sitting in my house in Racine. How bitter sweet. It will be over, 7 months of working, studying, traveling, living, eating, breathing Latin America.

That picture of me in my house is so easy, but so difficult for me to imagine.