Loving Uncertain.
It seems unreasonable. Probably comes across as dramatic. I’ve always been this way. Leaving Colombia was always hard. Knowing I wouldn’t see those little people I loved so much for a year, at least. But this is different. Saying goodbye here is different, because some of these children will be gone before I get back. [my return to Bolivia, while still not definite, is a story for another day.] I look at his little face, this one in particular, and my heart aches. His papers are ready. It could happen any day. His little wonky nose, that little scar, they’re a beautiful part of him. They make the chances of that call coming through less likely. But not impossible. In three weeks I’ll leave this country, that became home in a strange way I never thought it would. I thought my heart only had room for one Latin American country, but it turns out our hearts are capable of a whole lot more than we think. And I’ve realised that more than anything here.