Magical March

 Wow, was March a month. Every month, casts a different energy and light. This march was magical. It was a month I should have really been deciding to stay or go. However, this country,  this life here, begged me to stay. Each week is filled with grinning smiles as I realize the joy it is to have an impact on these kids' lives. Each weekend is filled with stories that will last a lifetime. I get overwhelmed even looking back at my camera roll. A deep sense of pride washes through me. How did I create all this on my own? How did I get so lucky to meet these people, see all these places, and have such life changing expereinces?

Sure I can tally it up and pat myself on the back. However, I know there is a long list of privlage and people I have to thank to even lead me to the ability to accomplish a move like this and dream such a big life for myself. I will always realize the privilege it is to sit in this place. 

It is also a hope for a better tomorrow. I am a crazy dreamer. I believe the best things can and will happen to me. I believe life works out. And if something terribly miserable is happening, it is for my greater good. The more I speak people I realize this mindset is not often shared. Often I can see the dullness behind peoples eyes, I watch their actions reek of insecuritity. They truly believe they are not capable of certain experiences?

However, I wanted to move to Hawaii. So, I did. I wanted to go to the College of Charleston. So, I did. I wanted to move to Amsterdam. So, I did. I wanted to meet the most amazing set of friends everywhere I went. So, I did. I wanted a cool job that allowed me freedom and support. And I found it. I wanted to create stories I could tell over a dinner table for the rest of my life. And wow, have I in March alone. 

So why was this march so special? Because each weekend was filled with never-ending memories. 

1. Madrid 

2. the wine bar

3. The game night lover