I have returned. 16 hours of travel. The smell of diesel still infiltrates my lungs. The air is crisp and reminds me of a time when i was 9 and eating gummi bears on the side of the road watching cars go by, wishing I had fuzzy peaches instead.

My steps are shorter now as I walk more softly to truly look at everything that is called my home.

I saved a turtle.

I rode a horse.

I watched a volcano explode.

I witnessed spiders the size of my fist.

Caimains clawing their way up the muddy banks.

I stared a dying sun.

I slept on the beach and watched shooting stars burn up in the skyline.



it was all beautiful, but it wasn't home.

welcome back.