i will say this.

A lot is up in the air and I HATE WAITING.

There are no words.

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This wordpress has come to an end. Thank you for reading, those of you who have.

-Aaron

When I will make references to this time in my life, to my experience here in Chile, my mental images will surpass anything that i could ever explain in an organized fashion with words. I may say things about the room I slept in, but in my mind i will remember the awesome warmth of my favorite down comforter. I may reference conversations i had with mama, but in my mind i will be recalling her voice and clearly see her smiling at me as we talk. I may say things about the amount of eggs I made for myself at the wee hours of the morning, but in my mind, i know which pan that works best for egg frying in 2584 Benedictinos, Chorrillos in Vina del Mar Chile, a little house located thousands of miles away.

And i’m not frustrated about that idea. I’m not frustrated about people not being able to relate to me when I speak. That’s not what i’m hinting at all. The fact that people won’t be able to relate to me is a fact. it’s a realization that smacks me in the face every time i talk to somebody from home. The idea i’m trying to convey regarding blankets and faces and pans is the fact that this is life.

I am not a visitor here. Had i been here for one month or so (like many of the other gringos that do nothing but complain about missing peanut butter and nice weather) I would have left for the United States still feeling like I had “visited” Chile. No, I lived here. I get around comfortably and with a completely diminished sense of awe towards the things around me because i’ve seen it all before and it’s predictable. In that respect, this place has become a home.

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SUNDAY: 

Today in church, as the assistant pastor finished up the service, he switched themes which led to a slide on the powerpoint that read “Chao, Aaron y Amanda.”

…He said that it is a shame that everyone has to see us leave the church, and that it is sad that we have to say goodbye now. He had amanda and I stand in the front of the congregation so that Sammy (the pastor) could pray for us, but before Sammy prayed, he read this passage: 

Solo te pido que tengas mucho valor y firmeza para obedecer toda la ley que mi siervo Moises te mando. No te apartes de ella para nada; solo asi tendras exito dondequiera que vayas. Recita siempre el libro de la ley y medita en el de dia y de noche; cumple con cuidado todo lo que en el esta escrito. Asi prosperaras y tendras exito. Ya te lo he ordenado: Se fuerte y valiente! No tengas miedo ni te desnimes! porque el SENOR tu Dios te acompanara donde quiera que vayas.”
Josue 1:7-9

TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH BY ME:

The only thing I ask of you is that you be brave and firm in order to obey the law that my servant Moses has written to you. Don’t turn from it for anything; only by this will you be successful wherever you may go. Always remember the book of the law and think on it day and night; and carefully follow what is written. In this way you will prosper and be successful. I have already told you: BE STRONG AND BRAVE! Don’t be afraid nor get discouraged! Because the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.
Joshua 1:7-9

He read this to me and amanda, slowly, glancing up at us and down at his bible with such sincerity in his eyes, and I nearly lost it. 

And when he put the bible down, before he prayed for us, Pato (the assistant pastor) said into the microphone: ”if anybody wants to come up front and surround Aaron and Amanda and embrace them while we pray for them…”

…And before he finished his sentence, our friends… the ones that i have come to know and really love, sprang up from the congregation and eagerly walked forward to join us. I started welling up, and I can assure you that I am crying as I write this post. It was one of the most beautiful things that has ever happened to me, and words will never do it justice. I am more than a face in the church crowd. I am a friend, a brother, who is leaving, and we are all sad.

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MONDAY

I am so overwhelmed right now. In the past week I had to finish projects,  buy gifts, take pictures, finish “check lists”, go to church, re-establish a base with mama after the whole “blow-up”, say goodbye to a plethera of people, and pack as well as be well informed about my intinerary and keep my US friends happy and informed about my homecoming. All the while coming to not-so-complete terms that the things around me will cease to be a part of the physical world around me. It’s overwhelming, it’s challenging, it’s…. it’s hard.

Tonight was my last night here in Vina del Mar, Chile (this post was, in fact written over the span of two days). My family and Amanda’s family got together and sat in the living room and chatted about life. It was a grand closure. I got to thank my Chilean mama on behalf of my real mother, which she appreciated very much. I fell into daydreams and let my mind wander in and out of the conversations. I imagined seeing people face to face again. I imagined department stores and US currency. I imagined myself driving or playing the piano. I was tryng to force it to “hit me” that in just hours, it will all be a part of my life again.

…It still hasn’t hit me.

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Tomorrow I will wake up and I will pack the last things into my suitcase. My toothbrush, my soap, my dirty clothes from today…

Tomorrow I will look at everything and know that it’s all a true “goodbye.” I will walk outside, look around and try my hardest to take it all in stride that i’m going home.

I will turn my heart around and give Chile one last “Chao” and I wil do it with the most bitter-sweet smile painted across my face.

Tomorrow i’ll know I’ve just written and closed a Chapter of my life. I laughed, cried, lived, learned, and loved. I will stamp this on my heart and finally make peace with the idea that i will be living with this experience under my belt for the rest of my life. 

…Tomorrow it will hit me.

-Aaron

I seriously don’t know what I would have done down here had i not met everybody. It’s a grand shame that I have to say goodbye to them. They are such awesome people. Awesome people. Tonight we went to Journal after youth group to say goodbye to everybody. So many people came. I was happy I got to spend time with them all one last time. It was an extremely fun time.

So the last weekend here is underway — and honestly, I wasn’t expecting to take it as hard as I’ve been. Between saying goodbye to my Chilean Culture class and my youth group — It is hitting me how much everything meant to me for these past several months. I’m really not looking forward to the day that I have to leave mama. THAT’S going to be hard… it’s also going to be in 4 days.

Amanda, Anjela, Matthias, and I are going to Isla Negra tomorrow morning. We are visiting Pablo Neruda’s house and treating it as our last day trip. We would feel really uncool if we left the fifth region of Chile without going to Pablo Neruda’s house. Hopefully it’s not raining cats and dogs tomorrow.

I was just thinking… in 4 days, this journal… my journal for my life in chile, o sea “La vida Chilena” is going to end… because well — my “vida chilena” is ending. I’m going nuts. I’m sad.

I am excited to see my friends from the US again. I can’t wait. I CAN’T WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!

-Aaron

LONG STORY — PRETTY INTENSE/PRIVATE/PERSONAL — BUT THE DAD IS NOW GONE…

MAMA IS BACK.

I LOVE MAMA!!!! I’M SO HAPPY SHE’S BACK!

I GAVE HER A BIG HUG THIS MORNING!

-AARON

My partner Bill and I finished up our project for Cultura Chilena and we presented it today. I have never felt “good” about a group project before this, and our presentation was fun. Everybody laughed and seemed to get our jokes. Carlos seemed to enjoy it. Somehow we turned a video of us buying and eating completos and making jokes of ourselves into an informative, funny piece of work, and i actually felt good about the finished product which is saying something because that almost never happens to me with group work. I think it’s because Bill and I both don’t take anything seriously or something, and i find that in a group project, there is always that ONE person who needs to pull the stick out of their butt and loosen up, but since group projects tend to breed underlying social politics, everybody just trys to apease.

ANYWAY. So the presentation went well, and now i just have to write a dumb stupid idiotic ridiculous paper about motemei or something like that. honestly i dont want to do it, but if i dont, i might not pass the class. I hated escrito avanzado.

Plenty of family issues have happened in my Chilean household and mama se fue… she left. she hasn’t been back, nor is she coming back… something big happened between mama and the dad, and i have to pretend not to feel dreadfully uncomfortable just living with the dad. My Chilean brother is awesome, though…. seriously. I’m glad he’s here. He makes food and makes my bed haha. He’s cool.

Okay kids, I know that was a short update and I haven’t written in here for quite some time, but I must leave. Carlos (my cultura chilena professor) is having a goodbye dinner for us all at a vegetarian place, and I have to meet somebody at 6:30 to wander around valpo looking for the rendezvous plaza, haha.

See you soon, US!

-Aaron

I hate the end of semesters. I hate them. It makes me mad that there is always an idea of a “final project” or “final presentation” or just something… FINAL. and BIG. It bothers me. In my opinion, the end of the semester should not be much different than the middle of the semester. I hate the simple fact that no matter how “paced” i may be throughout the semester, I ALWAYS end up getting completely overwhelmed, feeling like there aren’t enough hours in the day to finish everything. I hate it. No matter how well you manage your school work during the semester, you inevitably have to brace yourself for what you will go through during the last week of classes. It is frustrating. I can’t fully put it into words, nor will i try much harder than this to do it, because i am tired and i dont even care about being thorough or well-worded with my ideas.  I am just tired of the end-of-semester cram. It doesn’t make sense to me.

I am EXHAUSTED. I don’t think i can recall a time where I was this beat. I feel slumpy. It is hard for me to make sentences in english and in spanish, and it’s frustrating. I’ve been terribly irritable, and i’m glad it’s the end of the day and i’m alone so i can be irritable without trying to fake smiles in an attempt to hide it. It’s my time alone to go on a blog and complain, i guess. how miserable. sorry guys.

I am starting to get a head cold too. I hate it. It’s the end of my time here in Chile and i’m getting sick. I hate getting sick. I hate not sleeping. I hate getting sick knowing that it’s because i’ve not been sleeping.

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On the lighter side… because there is always a lighter side…

I started back at Mackay again. I absolutely love those boys. I really do want to come back to Chile at some point in the future to be an English teacher for some time. Not as a lifetime career, but maybe just for a year or so. I’m being pulled in so many directions, but i will say that i love my students and I would love to teach in Mackay. All of the teachers assume that i am going to come back because i get along with the kids so well. We will see.

Yesterday, I played soccer with one of the classes. Even though i was worn out beyond belief, it was one of those opportunities that i just didn’t want to pass up. that’s something special, I think, and I didn’t want to sit out because I was “tired”. I found out that i really REALLY suck at soccer, but who cares. Words can’t describe how much fun I had. It is a memory i’ll carry with me forever. those boys are so fun. I can’t wait to get back to camp counseling.

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My last Cultura Chilena class was today. We had it in a Cafe somewhere in Valparaiso. I freaking love that class… we do things like — have class in a cafe somewhere in Valparaiso. I don’t think i will ever have a professor like Carlos Caceres. He really opened the door for bonding as a class. I consider all of the people in that class to be my friends, and it’s because we do things as a class. Some of my really awesome memories here revolve around things we’ve done as a class. College classes are usually so impersonal and dead-beat, and you never get to know anybody. Everybody just goes, listens to the professor, and leaves. Group work is always awkward too.

This class was different though, and i think that’s why i loved it so much. I don’t think i ever skipped a single class except for when i traveled, which says a WHOOOOLLLLEEE lot. I’m quick to lable things as a waste of time, which means i don’t always go to class. If the professor lacks enthusiasm, I lack enthusiasm as well and i have a hard time bringing myself to go. I’m not being self-righteous or anything… i mean, i know if i didn’t think that way, my gpa would be higher and i wouldnt be stressing out about it. All i’m saying is that my cultura chilena class was incredible for me and you can tell because i went to all of them.

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I apologize for the 6th grade writing level i used in this post, but i am tired and i’m ready for bed.

chao.

-Aaron

“JONAH DIDN’T LISTEN TO GOD, SO GOD MADE A STORM AND SENT A BIG STINKY FISH (always depicted as a whale) TO SWALLOW HIM UP FOR THREE DAYS. THEN, JONAH SAID HE WAS SORRY. GOD FORGAVE HIM AND MADE THE FISH SPIT JONAH OUT (with implications that he was shot out of a blowhole like some sort of carnival ride) AND JONAH TOLD PEOPLE ABOUT GOD! YAAAAAAY!”

ah yes.

Fine and dandy. It’s a lovely story, and has plenty of room for watering down so that kids can understand it and even find the story fun and interesting. Who wouldn’t find that fun and interesting? A guy named Jonah flies out of the top of a whale! Of course this blowhole vision I keep alluding to is in reference to an actual illustration in a “fun bible” that i saw in sunday school when i was a wee lad. The picture confused me. I knew that’s not how fish work. No wonder it’s so easy for people, believers and nonbelievers alike, to doubt the crazy stuff that happens in the Old Testament (and the NT, as well). We have things like pictures of Jonah riding on the spout of a whale’s blowhole imbedded into our subconsious.

ANYWAY. This is not my point.

The book of Jonah is such an awesome book, and i never realized it until recently. In four chapters, the entire faith journey is summarized.

It starts out explaining that Jonah knows who the real god is: Jehova. And his God, Jehova, tells him to go and tell the people of Nineveh about Him and what’s going on and basically why they need to get their act together…. God appoints Jonah and tells Jonah to listen to Him and do work for Him, and spread the good news and hope of this living God whom they’re not familiar with, or just downright rejecting. Jonah should be honored. How exclusive, being chosen like that.

But, no. Jonah is like “PSHHH I don’t want to. Basically, I’m intimidated. So I’m not going. In fact, I’m going to run away from this whole calling. I’m going to get in my boat and sail the opposite way.”

It’s hard to see through the boldness, but it is understood that from the beginning of this account, Jonah feared God. In order to flee from something or someone, you need know that you should fear whatever it is at hand. Jonah shows that he has/had a pious respect for God because he felt that the best way he could get away from doing what he was asked would be to run away in the complete opposite direction. He knew he was going against God’s will, just the same way that when we disobey and sin, we are most often fully aware of the “black vs white”choice we have before we do it. Like Jonah, believers know who God is, and we know when what we’re doing is against Him, but we have this great and never-ending tendency to put what we want to do in front of what we know God wants us to do. It’s easy… and normal, for that matter.

Moving right along…

So captain Jonah gets a boat and takes his crew out into the mediterranian. Don’t you know a storm starts up, and all of his men start freaking out because they’re pretty sure they’re all going to die right there. They frantically start looking for captain Jonah but he’s nowhere to be found. Where is he? Well, they end up finding him in a room and he’s… TAKING A NAP…. gah… how frurating would THAT be to be a crew member of that boat getting destroyed by these waves and finding out that your captain had been sleeping all this time? Anyway, sorry… i digress…

Jonah’s decision to go against what God has lead to this storm that is surrounding him, and what was he doing? Sleeping.

It is so easy to disobey God and fall into sin. It is also very easy to get comfortable with said diisobedience and make it a regular part of our lives until the storm around us, the very thing that is making our lives insane and crappy is actually what is rocking us to a metaphoric sleep. We get very comfortable with our disobedience even though we know our disobedience is against God. Just like Jonah was fully aware of his disobedience running away like that. Curious, he was able to sleep through it all.

So anyway, they find Jonah, their captain SLEEPING and they’re like “HEEEEEEY!!!!!! WAKE UP!!!!!!!!!!! WE’RE GONNA DIE DUMMY!!!!”

Ugh I would be so mad.

(NOTE: I am intentionally skipping the stuff about idols and false gods due to the fact that i’m trying to keep this thing as focused and straight forward as i can, but if you want to read all about it, there is a lot that is said regarding “the one true God” and whatnot. There’s this book called Jonah where you can find and interpret all of this information.)

ANYWAY… where was I…

Oh yes. So they drew straws to see who they should throw overboard for reasons that are not necessarily important in light of this post, so let’s continue.

Jonah gets tossed. A “big fish” comes and swallows him up.

Jonah… and his decision to “go the other way” has now got him into some serious crap. A FISH SWALLOWED HIM. If that wouldn’t make you say “Welp… so long, because I’m clearly screwed,” I don’t know what would. I can’t imagine how terrified he must have been. IMAGINE A FISH EATING YOU. IMAGINE THE MOUTH. THE INSIDES. IMAGINE WHAT WOULD BE GOING ON THROUGH YOUR HEAD, and being ALIVE through it all. I’d be like “okay, so how is this going to work? How am i going to be digested? I can’t see. this feels weird. I can’t breathe… hopefully I die soon.”

Imagine being in that fish for hours and days wondering why you won’t die… 

…but Jonah wasn’t dying, nor was he feeling too “alive”. He was just swimming around in this muck where his grand idea not listen to God had brought him. Draw the lines where you must.

This fish sustained the life of Jonah for what we now know to have been three days and nights. Three disgusting, smelly, humid days and nights slopping around in the stomach of a fish. YUCK. He surely didn’t have a way to measure time and I’m sure it didn’t pass quickly. I couldn’t even sit in a dark room for days without going crazy let alone the stomach of a fish. I’d want to die. Jonah was waiting to die. I’m sure he had given up all hope in life and living. We’ve all been there before. In a big fish.

ANYWAY. What did Jonah do?

He prayed.

It was interesting though. I realized today, only for the first time, that his prayer wasn’t a prayer to get himself out of this fish. It was NOT a prayer of “Okay, God, I get your point. I’ll do what you ask of me now.” His prayer was complete recognition of who God is… he recognizes that he, Jonah, is nothing — and God, Jehova, is everything.  He says things about everything around him being from God. The waves that are moving over him are God. The wind, the mountains, the depths of the sea… are God. He says things about nonbelievers. He GETS something. There is an understanding that his heart and soul come to in reverence to God. He realizes (once again) that if he is serving God, he is in no way serving himself… the two can’t coexist. If we were to serve ourselves, our lives would be… lost… without substance… crappy… and it would all be rocking us to sleep. When we decide to serve God, we are alive again… and the nasty fish, the mess we made, the muck we’ve created for ourselves, rejects us (because the two cannot exist)… and VOMITS us back up… not through a fun blowhole, though — because that’s not how messes work.

imagine being puked up by a fish.

Jonah must have felt so ALIVE and so CLOSE to God after everything that happened to him. He experienced the love of God first hand. God did not harm Jonah, but rather spared him and in the end, Jonah went to Nineveh, just like God had asked, with a changed, corrected heart. He went feeling empowered because God was so real to him after he was rescued. I know when I became a Christian, I wanted to tell everybody about salvation, about what it means and about how it answers everything, and how safe I feel and how everything makes more sense than I could ever imagine… how God is love and how He rescued me… and for a while I never thought twice about sharing the good news.

Time passes, though, and the fire dwindles down. Diobedience, life, and nastiness start to smother it all…  and no, the fire doesn’t go out completely, but it dwindles. God doesn’t want it to happen, but He sees when it does…

…and thus the story of Jonah repeats.

It’s up to us how long we stay inside the fish. How long we will live inside the beds we have made until we say “This really isn’t what I was made for.” At that moment, God will command the fish to vomit us out and we will be free.

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In youth group we haven’t finished Jonah’s book yet, so i have to stop there. We still haven’t gotten to the part where Jonah gets angry because Nineveh is saved.

i’d say i’m going to touch on that part next week after we study it, but honestly i’ve just learned that i should count on myself being inconsistent with weblogging. It’s how i roll.

Alright. Before I go, i do want to say that these posts are literally mind webs in the making. I know that i might contradict my words a little bit, or misinterpret or just plain get things wrong, but please try to give the benefit to my ideas rather than my actual words. I try to go through and patch any holes or overlaps, but I can only do so much. If you have even read this entire thing, whether you agree with it or not, thank you so much for reading. I do appreciate it.

Alright.

-Aaron

The problem is, though, that i NEVER finish those dreams. I always wake up — and after I wake up i always think to myself “why did i wake up? i liked the dream… and nothing in this room made noise to wake me up… why would i ever wake up?”

In general, i have some sort of weird, indirect control over dreams. I also have a pretty good control over whether or not I wake up. Of course, this isn’t ALWAYS the case, but i will say i’ve prevented myself from having to sit through nightmares on several occasions. I always feel proud when I beat a nightmare… when in the midst of the dream i say “hey… wait. this has some serious potential to become a nightmare,” and i wake myself up.

ANYWAY… let’s get back on track.

So i had a dream. It was very detailed and very suspenseful, and above all, i finished the dream.

A lot of my dreams take place with completely unfamiliar surroundings. Most people, i’ve learned, will incooporate friends and family into their dreams, but for the most part I do not. If i do, they are usually very dramatic dreams, or they are of familiar faces from years ago that i sometimes have a hard time naming.

ANYWAY. My dream.

It was night time. I was in some school. You see, over time, before the timeline of the dream started, the generation after mine had banded together and basically took the world (or the US, rather) captive. I and the few faceless that were with me were the last of the “free” ones… the ones the new generation hadn’t gotten to yet. When the dream started, it seemed like we had been hiding out on the second floor of this school for quite some time.

Well, as it turns out, the kids raided the school and took all of us captive. they didn’t drag us out of the school or beat us or anything, but they stayed inside the school with us. it was like they were waiting for someone or something. They were just standing in corners watching what we were doing, yelling at us every once in a while, but we all felt like we were waiting for something…

One night, though, I decided that i’d had enough. I calmly walked out the door that lead to a hallway which had windows that overlooked the balcony. Nobody was in the hallway, and i was confident that nobody would see me attempt an escape. I did know, though that In order to get down without killing myself, i would have to jump on a tin roof that jutted the side of the first floor. It was a pretty far jump too. I knew somebody would have heard me once i landed and i knew the chase would be on.

And so it was.

The dream was full of action. running up walls, hiding in dumpsters, hiding in the ceiling tiles, moving through shadows, overhearing conversations… all of that stuff. It was awesome.

and do you want to know the best part?

I got away.

That’s right. the dream ended with me running toward the horizon. It was quite a cheesy picture, but I felt so good when I woke up. I never get away. I always wake up before I find out if i get away or not.

Not this time. I got away.

The end.

-Aaron

(oh, and to answer a few of you on facebook who were wondering, all of my notes are automatically imported from my wordpress blog and I don’t get to choose which posts go to facebook and which ones don’t. That’s why i have so many facebook notes.)

good. i’m glad to hear it.

Today mentally marked the beginning of the end. The start of this week was the start of what i can safely label as “the last weeks” here in Chile. I think it’s because when speaking in terms of weeks, I can’t round up anymore. More than three weeks can be rounded up to a month, but once the three week mark hits, you’re waiting the weeks down to zero.

Am in insane?

Anyway… as i predicted, the days are zooming by. I can’t believe i’m almost done.

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Today I went to escrito avanzado. I really really hate my escrito avanzado class… it’s a thorn in my side (as one of my class mates put it), and I don’t think i could put it any other way besides that. Everybody in that class is like… super-spanish expert, or at least that’s how they come off, and honestly I can’t stand it when people have their noses in the air. Now, I’m not saying that they DO have their noses in the air, but i do get that vibe, and all I do is sit there in the back with my arms crossed staring at the powerpoint presentation that the professor seemingly slops together 10 minutes before every class. I hate that class.

But I will say this. I know my grammar. I can’t say i showed it too well today during the trivia game (hosted by a powerpoint presentation, no doubt) because i was nervous and i tend to completely COMPLETELY blank when i get put on the spot with time limit, but when she’s lecturing about grammar, saying things like “why would we do “this” in this situation?”, I have found that i can answer the question, either in my head or outloud quicker and more percisely than any of my classmates.

Now, I’m not putting myself on a pedastal or anything, but i fear that my quietness in that class and hesitance to speak has given the false impression to everybody and the professor that i’m at an intermediate level of spanish. Sometimes I even convince myself into an inferiority complex because i never have ANYTHING to say and i mistake everybody’s long-windedness for skill. Quite often in that class, though, i am reminded that i will always have a knack and understanding for grammar, English and Spanish alike; this is a skill and talent just as much as being able to ramble on and on about nothing. To be able to look at a sentence and intrinsically indentify subject changes, verb clauses, subordinates, conjunctions, appositives, participial phrases –the list goes on — without thinking about it is my forte… not rambling on. I am generally not a rambler… no matter which language i’m speaking.

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The past three days we have undergone various quake tremors and i’m not going to lie: It’s freaky. That’s all i can pretty much say. I get a little nervous that they might errupt into something bigger, but it is rarely ever the case that tremors act as a prelude to the real deal. Besides, my Chilean mom told me that the house we are in has survived like eight earth quakes because of the ground it’s built on or something like that.

I have never felt the earth shake like that. It’s such a weird feeling. You look out the window just imagine the earth in the backyard popping and breaking and row homes splitting from each other. You stop. Freeze. Wait. and pray that it doesn’t spiral into any of the sort.

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Alright kiddos, I’m going to wrap it up. I know this was a short update (or

HAHA oh my goodness…

just as i wrote this. another tremor. i’m not even lying.

AHHHHHH!

Anyway, like i was saying…. I’m going to wrap this up. I have English Opens Doors tomorrow.

I have to start mentally preparing myself for my trek back to the States. I have a feeling it’s not going to be easy. It’s a different kind of goodbye that I have to say. I’m ending the chapter of my life where I lived in Chile. Leaving behind a culture is a lot different than leaving behind a “whichever” place. They don’t have completos in the US; I will probably never see them again, and as simple as that sounds, it’s very hard to think about.

Okay. it’s time for me to say goodnight!

LOVE Y’ALL

Chao!

-Aaron