I’m practically an adult now,
but when I think of distance
I feel small.
Chile lies at the southernmost tip
of South America,
thousands of miles away, reached only
by enduring
a long voyage on the ocean.
No matter how beautiful and musical
the waves are, I’ll still be seasick
and isolated.
The mere thought
of such a challenging journey
makes me wistful for my childhood home
in León.
Wanderlust
is a powerful force
that leaves the eager traveler
longing to live
two lives
at the same time,
one of adventure,
the other
peace.