JennaLeighh.

I feel torn between two worlds. Here and there. My house and my home. As I sit here on the roof, I think of the numerous lessons that this beautiful country has taught me. I think about how I’m the person I want to be when I’m here. I think about the deep and amazing friendships I’ve made, despite the language barrier. I think about the presence of Jesus and how close He feels to me, even as I sit here with tears streaming down my face. I think of how this place has helped me become the person that I want to be. But then I think about home. My family and friends that I’ve grown up with are there. I think about my mom and how she needs me. I think of my sissy and how hard it would be to be apart from her any longer than necessary. I think of my school, and the people there. I think of how great it will be to see my friends again. I think of how much I love them. I love both of these worlds so much, even with my flaws. How can I possibly be apart from either one? But I have to go back to my house. El Salvador, I love you. Thank you. Thank you for helping me become the person that I want to be. I’ll come back some day, I promise.