August 15, 2006
Never in my life have I been built up and broken down, and then built up again like I have in DC. The last month in DC was exciting, heartbreaking, emotional and never-ending. As I sat down in National (still refusing to call it Reagan) to wait for my plane, I stared at the Capitol in the distance and reflected.
DC. This is the land I once refused to ever call home, but somehow, it had come to feel like "home." The place where I stretched my activism and nurtured my passion. Here is where I have witnessed the most devastating poverty in the United States and seen the most encouraging struggles. I have loved like never before, and my heart, and all the plans and hope within it, has broken like never before. I have been mentored and shaped by saints, sins, brillance and bureaucrats. I have been inspired by some of the most passionate people I have ever encountered and been disillisioned by egos and grandiosity. I have lost friendships through distance and ideology, and gained relationships with true love and meaning. College may have scuplted my mind, but D.C. molded my heart.
As my plane took off and I peered over the "alabaster city" tears pooled up in my eyes. This once strange land was losing its converted stranger.
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- Rachelita
- Initially, when I contemplated the places in Latin America I wanted to live I considered such locales as Argentina and Ecuador. When I was offered an opportunity to go to Mexico I thought, "Uhh, I grew up in San Antonio. Mexico isn't exotic enough for me." But the job was too good to pass up and before I knew it I was living, working, loving, hating, exploring, over-analyzing and eating throughout one of the most unique countries. This blog details my observations, explorations, trials and tribulations of living in Central Mexico. It has been written and edited both while I lived there and after my return to the U.S.
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