One year reflections – the joys

On Friday, September 7, 2012 I was balling like a baby and walking through security in Chicago’s airport, with my mom, dad, sister, and cousin Sara waving me off. As excited as I was, I was feeling such an intense sadness for all that I was leaving behind. In my head I was slightly angry…

The Fire That Ignited All This

Some of my earliest, fondest memories come from Up North at my grandpa’s cabin. Our whole family would make the 7 hour drive and we’d spend time playing in the woods, swimming in the lakes, sitting around the bon-fire, and listening to grandpa tell stories about Bigfoot. I remember one time we arrived, the last…

And the purpose is…

I arrived about two weeks ago. For the third time. The last couple weeks have been a blur of settling in and the pure luck of arriving during a time of tremendous activity. September 11th: the 39th anniversary of when General Pinochet threw over the Chilean government in 1973 and began his 17 year dictatorship. September…