As I prepare to leave Cusco I wonder what this trip has meant. Many people have asked me was it everything I thought it would be. The answer is no and yes. Before I came to Peru I was in this almost euphoric state. I was so happy. Living my life. I had just quit my job and was actively pushing through to a different stage in my life. It felt good. It felt wonderful. It felt like I was the captain of my own dreams. Like the world was at my fingertips and all I had to do was be about it. I was almost embarrassed by the extent of my happiness. I felt like one of those couples making out in the middle of the street with the joy of their love, where everyone is staring at them with disgust and to go get a damn room.
I have done everything I have wanted to in Peru. But if I had to be honest, that euphoric feeling is gone. I am still happy and amazed, but I am not floating. This does not mean that the lessons and quest are any less. I wanted to challenge myself. I did. I wanted to see a different part of the world. I did. I wanted to be outside my comfort zone. I did. I wanted to learn new things. I did. I wanted to show myself that for the rest of my life it I dreamed it I could do it. I did. When I was in my state of euphoria, one thing I prayed for was that when things get hard, which they inevitable will becuase that is life, that I would remember that feeling and continue to be thankful. I am.
So I am here, in my last few hours in Cusco. Tired, not finished pack thou its 2am and I have an early morning flight, and still amazed that I ever even thought about coming or even made it. I have met some great people. Seen some beautiful things. And I am at the point where I will miss it. Where the thought of staying longer is a real consideration. But I must go. I have too many new chapters to write. And plus, I'm about to have my momma's cooking. What in this entire world can make up for that?
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