My last night in the DR, I looked up at the night sky. Some of the constellations are the same as home, only in a different place in the sky. I love these stars. Orion is directly in the center above my head. And I know he won’t be there once I reach Bolivia at the end of this week. That thought makes me feel even more distant from home than ever before.
I look at the bird pen, with its geese and turkeys and chickens. I consider the steps I’ve walked up and down a gazillion times a day, to and from tent city. There are the trails we have made and the really deep hole for the new bathroom septic tank. And then I think of the all the children we have been teaching English. In truth, I hardly know what to think or say about the experiences of the past 3 weeks.
Can a place feel like home in just 3 weeks? This place does. People, who felt so distant just 21 days ago, now feel like family. Goodbyes have been said and now it is time to go to the next place and make some new family there.
