As I’ve made aware by the excessively sentimental posts on social media this past week about the end of my Ecuador semester creeping up, the dreaded moment has finally arrived: I have officially left Ecuador.
The dread lies deeper than being upset in the simple fact that I have to leave an incredible country that has so deeply captured my heart. Rather, it lies in the acknowledgement that this group of eclectic students and staff will never be fully reunited again on this earth. It lies in the fact that I now must face the realities of what I left behind in the States before this semester.
Quito at dusk.
The crazy thing about studying abroad is that you think you’ll have ample time to utilize blogging as a means of processing the chaos surrounding your daily schedule, but that’s really not the case. I suppose the fact that I’m able to sit and write now is a miracle in itself, so Praise the Lawd for that.
If there were two words to accurately convey the thoughts running through my mind now, it would be these: cold feet.
For those of you that don’t know, I will be departing for Quito, Ecuador tomorrow, where I will be studying Spanish, intercultural communication, and other various subjects for the duration of the fall semester. This program entails the exploration of the highest capital city in the world (Quito sits at almost 10,000 ft elevation), the Amazon jungle, the Galápagos Islands, among other extraordinary locations. I will be living with 19 other students from other universities across the country, staying in both apartments and home-stays.