Almost Home

As I think about the last four weeks I am fortunate for the memories I have made, the people I have met, and the experiences I have been able to have.  I am truly sad to to be leaving the team that I have a just started getting to know.  As I look back and read my own blog I think of everything that I have not written about my experiences.  So much of the hotel, and the people I have met.  Somethings, I guess, have to be for just me.   I didn't write about my bad hair cut and color, about bartering for a watch and having it ripped out of my had with a woman yelling "Well then buy the Original," or of the people who took my picture, the women who glared at me for no reason.  I didn't write about the day I felt like I was in another world completely.  As I leave this place in mere hours I am reminded that home is a half  world away - not the place where your bed is.  I am excited to go home.  My only fear in leaving is that I will leave behind the me that I have found here.  The me that is unafraid, brave, talented, creative, passionate.  I saw it here.  I held it.  I made peace with what I am good at and what I am not.  I made peace with me.