Believe it or not, I have made my way Chile again. In light of the economic downturn and my current state of uneployment, I'm not entirely sure that this trip was the most fiscally responsible decision, but nonetheless, here I am, feeling more at home than ever and entirely too excited for my own good.
Yesterday's traveling was incredibly easy minus the four AM wakeup call and excessive airline security. Conveniently, my Dad was headed to New York on business, so we rendezvoused together to the airport which was a special moment for me. As always, my sleep deprivation was taken care of when I crashed on both flights here, waking up for some food and drink every few hours and conversation here and there. Before I knew it, I was standing outside of customs with Milka and Ernesto, ranting and raving about how much I have missed them over the last seven months, updating them on every detail since I left them in January.
It wasn't until well into our drive home that there was finally a moment of silence and in that moment, as I sat in the back seat and stared out the window at the Santiago night sky with the shadow of the Andes in the distance, I thought to myself, "Hogar dulce hogar," here you are Lindsay, home sweet home.
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