Well, this is it. My clothes are rolled and scrunched into ever crevice of my suitcase, my boarding passes are printed and tucked away in my carry-on, while all liquids have been relegated to the checked bag. Goodbyes have been wished and snacks have been packed; there are 11 hours, 21 minutes, and 34 seconds remaining on the “Argentina!” countdown clock on my computer. My clothes for tomorrow are un-neatly piled in the corner of my room, and my to-do list has dwindled to two items: “pack” and “blog.”
This will be my longest trip abroad — three months — but hopefully not my longest trip away from “home;” hopefully, when I come back in September, I’ll be able to count Buenos Aires as a new home. Just as college quickly became a place so congenial that I was home-sick when I finally came back to New York, perhaps Buenos Aires will also be added to an ever-growing list of “homes.”
Establishing a new home is not easy and can often be unpleasant, as it requires leaving the old one and with it everything that is familiar and comfortable. But, with any luck, such challenges will prove to be worthwhile and meaningful. As Andre Gide noted, “One doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.”
So adios America! Adios to 80 degree days and adios to the only language I’m fluent in! I hope Buenos Aires is ready, because I sure am.