Estrangement, Homesickness, and Hope: Letting yourself long for a home you fled

I’m walking to my host family’s house from the bus stop when the thought hits me and makes me pause. It’s overcast and warm with the kind of humidity that you can feel, like one of those handheld misters spraying on repeat. The road, sandy and red and lopsided, stretches four more kilometers to my… Continue reading Estrangement, Homesickness, and Hope: Letting yourself long for a home you fled

Greedy Love

When I walk out of the supermarket, a little boy, maybe six years old, runs up to me with an armful of banana bunches. “Pakova, señorita?” Banana, miss? On any given day that I bike to Villarrica to buy supplies, about five different little street vendors will run up to me offering chewing gum, garlic,… Continue reading Greedy Love