A year ago I had a plan. Around this time, I would be packing up my apartment, getting travel paperwork for Lucy organized, and finishing up a school year. In a few weeks from now, I was going to be moving back to the United States, buying a house with my sisters, and once again teaching in a public school. Last summer, when I was in Virginia visiting my mother, I realized that Virginia was no longer my home. Guatemala was. I still wanted to go back, but it was only a weak longing. In September I was applying to schools in Virginia. In October I told my school here I would leave. In November, I told them I would stay. By the end of the month, things felt wrong. Everything in my being was telling me to stay in Guatemala. The economy was telling me never to go back to the United States. The principal of my division led me to think that maybe I should leave this school. I didn't have the words for it, but I was unhappy. I was so happy living here. In fact, nothing could have made me
Living, teaching, and creating in Guatemala