Jenn gets a case of the feels

Riding the bus back to the hotel from fancy fondue dinner tonight, I found myself looking out the window, watching the pretty lights as we passed nighttime storefronts when my eyes were suddenly filled with tears. Admittedly it was terrible timing as our friend's boyfriend was getting off the bus and it seemed that I was pretty broken up about it. 

I moved across the aisle into the loving embrace of my friends and tries to explain, 

"I was just looking out the windows and thinking that its over. We're leaving peru."

"What made you think of that?" someone asked. 

"I saw La Lucha and thought of the sandwiches..."

My emotions don't come out a lot but when they do its probably about sandwiches. 

Jenn has thoughts about having feelings

First I think our story requires a little background. This blog is starting to feel like when you strike up a conversation with someone at a bar, have a few laughs and a good conversation and then realize an hour in that you don't know their name. 

Or whatever social people do. 

So since September 2012, Jeannie and I have worked as health volunteers in Peru for the US Peace Corps. She served a small town in the mountains while I worked in a larger community in the northern desert. It was super rewarding blah blah blah. 

Now we've decided we're over it and recently closed our service and started our glorious South American adventures. 

Now onto Jenn's thoughts about having feelings:

I wish I had feelings about the end of this magical era in my life but I feel absolutely nothing. I think it's probably because none of it seems real at this point. It feels like a vacation. 

But I'm not going back to my site or my host family or my students. And yet no matter how many times I tell myself that I don't believe it. I guess the feelings will come later, I'll keep you posted. 

Until then we're chillin in a fancy ass hotel with a view. 

Feelings

"I feel the air...yup, feelings!" -Jenn, 2 minutes after becoming an RPCV