Bolivin' With Collin

El Ultimo: (The Final)   For about 3 months now, I have sat at my computer without knowing what words are sufficient to conclude my time in Bolivia. The first month I would sit for an hour each day and nothing would come to mind. I ended up just pushing the final blog further and further down the line. All the sudden, the summer is at an end. Whether I like it or not, it is time for this chapter of my life to come to a close. The words to wrap up my Bolivian experience seem to be hiding themselves from me. Every part of life at home feels luxurious, and everything reminds me of the life there that I left. The whole year feels like one very long and vividly realistic dream. Whenever I do something, my mind seems to automatically compare whatever situation I am in to experiences I had in Bolivia. Just now, all that I am thinking about is the fact that the words are hiding from me. Three months ago instead of “words hiding from me”, it was Leonardo in a game of hide and seek befor

Para ti: (for you)   How? How am I only here 2 more days. This whole year, my mind has been constantly thinking about what I will do with the kids tomorrow, next week, or in a month. Now…there is no next month or even next week. There is only tomorrow. Soon, there will only be “goodbye.” I have no idea how I will handle saying bye to my boys. I have experienced so much life with them that they are basically a part of my family. Therefore, the reality of leaving now carries some very strange feelings. Impact: I am currently in the process of packing…a process that I expected to take about 4 or 5 days...it only took 4 hours. I am completely done packing. Not because it was easy, but because the boys wanted so much of my stuff. The majority of my items are completely useless to me now. My clothes are all worn down, discolored and full of little holes. My sheets show a discolored mark of bleach and wear of where I have rested every night of this past year. The toys definitely don’t