It’s finals time. For everyone, it seems, except for all of us here in Chile. Everyone is talking about the end of the semester, summer plans and a break from the daily grind, but we just hit our mid-point.
Anyway, we’re at the halfway point. And I don’t know how we got here. Time just… happened. In the States I would say that it flew by, but here time is so different. Time just happens.
Classrooms don’t have clocks. Chileans are consistently late, and no one is on a time crunch. Life happens, and time escapes.
And that’s what happened. Half of my time here is passed, and I only have a little over two months left.
Before I left Kansas, four and a half months seemed like a long time, and it is. But at the same time it’s not enough. I feel like I’m finally starting to feel like I belong here. I’m finally identifying Viña as my current home and Valpo as my other city. I can finally (almost) get around town on the micros. I can finally find what I want in the supermarket. I’ve figured out where I can get the most bang for my buck and the places that are a rip off. I’ve found some good hang out spots and other pockets of beauty.
And now I’m halfway done.
It’s crazy to think how much time has elapsed. Knowing the fluidity of time makes it so much more important to take every opportunity.
I don’t want to waste the second half of my time here. I want to enjoy every second of it.