I left home 40 days ago. How is it possible that Perú already feels so right? I miss home so much, and I don't expect that feeling to fade whatsoever. In fact, I anticipate the next two years to be full of FOMO (fear of missing out). Apple orchards, snow days, walks to the park with my puppies, family Christmas celebrations, lakes, paddle boarding, dinner with friends, trips to Northern Michigan, and southern Ohio, Halloween, spring break trips down to Florida, Maria's birthday cakes, weddings, graduations, best friends moving to new apartments, and getting new jobs, the whole lot. But two days ago as I sat on a lliklla on top of dirt and hay and grass with a back strap loom positioned tightly around my waist hoisting my legs uphill, with my feet painfully asleep, and my fingers intricately intermingled in hand spun and dyed sheep's wool yarn, learning to weave my own headband- well I knew precisely at that moment I was doing the right thing. I'm making the ...
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