Sounds cliche

I am so lucky to live in America. I'm not wealthy, at least not by American standards, but to most of the world, I am. Countless numbers of people give everything, including their lives to find hope in the United States. 6 dollars an hour is their American Dream.

Peace

Everytime I see the beautiful mountains I realize how lucky I am to be here.
Bolivia is a gem.

And I think, damn, I love everything about it.

Restless

My time in Bolivia is running out. But I still want more. Sure coming back home will be nice-till that restless spirit kicks in again. I'm already thinking of places I want to go next. Brasil to study Portuguese? Mission work in Africa? Russia? Middle East?




Is "all of the above" an option?
 
I think I'm addicted to change. I crave it. Here I am in Bolivia, and I already want something new. This year has been tough, but wonderful. I've grown up. Bolivia has changed me for the better. I don't want that to stop. I want to keep experiencing the world (literally). So...I will.
 
Who knows where I'll be next.