SUNDAY, DECEMBER 2
9:40pm, my tambo
My five weeks in Peru are coming to an end. I feel like the adventure I set out to find is completed. At first I felt like I needed an adventure. Now that feeling has changed, and I feel like my time in the jungle has reached a natural conclusion.
In my adult life, I've never spent so much time alone as I have here. Digging around in my existence, alone, discovering what it means to understand myself.
I'm ready for bed, trying to absorb as much of my last night in my tambo as possible. I want to take as much of it as I can with me. I want it to stay a part of me. I have packed my bags and I am already overcome with a sense of nostalgia. A sense of connection to all the memories I have made in my little wooden hut.
This tambo will be what I miss the most. It witnessed all I went through. Candles were burned until they withered, frogs were discovered under towels, nights were filled with sweat and pain, and sometimes joy. I had times of health, times of sickness, moments of despair and moments of revival. More than anywhere else, this little tambo has been where I healed myself—it was my home.
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