I'm scared, depressed, and anxious. Of course I want to see my friends and family, but Guatemala has been home for nearly a year. I know it's going to hurt to break off all the little green tendrils I've grown out and started wrapping around this place.
I know how to live here. My responsibilities are short-term. I've never lived on my own in the US. I have to make long-term decisions. Crap.
There's a pomegranate tree in my backyard here. I don't think the fruit will be ripe before I leave.
Wasn't it Persephone who ate a pomegranate and couldn't leave?
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