Home. Or Reflections.

Back in NYC, home.

Been back for two months now and haven’t been up for writing but it’s time. To reflect on living and experiencing a different country while being away from everything I care and love at home.

How was Buenos Aires? It was interesting, is how I always answer.

It was learning about a different culture and lifestyle, seeing different and yet related struggles and getting to know myself that much more. Meeting very courageous people fighting for a different world and others whose concerns were limited to putting others down. It was experiencing the majesty of the Cordillera de los Andes and visiting el Museo de Solidaridad Salvador Allende in Santiago. Dinner in the dark when the lights went out and flooding in Palermo when it rained the day we left Argentina. It was skyping with my grandmother, who I rarely speak with from home and drawing again, a boat on the Tigre, the view from my window.

Being away has put things into clear perspective, how I choose to live my life and where I want to be and even return someday. I don’t have all the answers. I don’t know exactly where I’ll work after graduation (2nd top question) or have a precise career plan but I know I’m heading in the right direction, with my family as my mast and a vision for a better world, my compass.