I’m going back back to the US-A A
Five very long months later, I’m greeting my Mom’s familiar face and my beloved bed and car. It was a hard goodbye leaving my host family but an even harder welcome home coming back and not knowing what exactly to do with myself.
In many senses, abroad changed me. The goals I set at the beginning of the semester actually came true in their own senses and I feel like despite how much I learned about Chile, I learned even more about myself and what I want out of life to make myself happy. Coming into abroad, I was going through personal struggles- a break up, ending friendships, a poor Instagram follower-to-likes ratio and coming to terms with the fact that I would be a whole season behind on the Mindy Project on Hulu (which isn’t even available in Chile- as if?!)
My time abroad made those struggles even worse as I tried to resolve my personal life while adjusting to a complete switch in my life where I was surrounded by strangers, who at the time, likely would have been overwhelmed by my poor explanations in Spanish and lack of familiarity with my personality to even help me. It was hard, I cried, I did things I regretted and eventually learned within the last month and a half that it’s almost impossible to stop feeling overwhelmed by yourself. It’s also okay to reach out for help and talk about things- in this period my host mom became one of my best friends in Chile and I started to tell her everything.
It was the last month and a half of Chile when I realized what host families were really for: to be there for you and to serve as a place of refuge when you were feeling down. Shoutout to my comuna Ñuñoa- I love y’all. Siempre en mi corazón.