I was often asked, why Peru? why so long? what are you DOING? before I left for Peru, and those questions seem to have followed me all the way here.
Everyone asks me, what brought you back to Peru? why are you here? why for so long? what are you DOING? and to be honest, I still don’t know quite how to answer them.
I like Peru. This place has a piece of my heart. It is beautiful, the people are amazing, and the food is good. I have a job here with an organization I care about, and a boss who I admire as a human being and enjoy working with. I had an opportunity and I took it. For me, it was no more complex than that.
Apparently, that simplicity is not enough to satisfy the average Peruvian (or American probably, but you all are too polite to say so). During my last days in Tucson, one of my closest friends asked me what I imagine some of you have been wondering. He asked me; “Chloe, are you going to Peru because it’s what you want to do, or are you going because you need to run?”. At the time, I thought about it, and told him it is probably a little bit of both.
I know without a shadow of a doubt that this is where I need to be. Working for Vive and living here in Trujillo, Peru. Why I feel that way, is a mix of many conflicting factors.
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Maybe it’s because two years ago I had my heart totally and thoroughly broken in ways I had not previously thought possible, and I’m still (obviously, crap!) not completely over it. Maybe it’s because I graduated college and didn’t do much for the past year, I was coasting in Tucson, and I was bored. Maybe it’s because I had always said I would move abroad to work and wanted to make good on my word. Maybe I wanted to prove to myself that I actually can. Maybe it’s because my mom died and being in Tucson hurts, being anywhere hurts, but here it seems to hurt a little less. Maybe I was flirting with depression and wanted to not be anymore. Maybe it’s because I let myself fall for a babe who didn’t want to date me. Maybe it’s because my douchey father has stepped back on the scene and I wanted a few countries of separation from that mess. Maybe it’s because I’ve been taking care of people for a long time, and I needed to go and do something for myself. Maybe it’s because I love to travel, and there is something about it that makes me feel more alive, more at peace, and more of a part of this world.
It may sound a whole lot like running, but when you are stuck in the middle of the ocean and someone throws you a line to their life raft, you grab it without question. Maybe that’s what I did, but I don’t think it matters. I’m here, I’m happy, and I love the work I’m doing.
Plus, I kinda seem like a badass.
How to wrap that all up in a quick sentence or two in Spanish, however, is another matter. I think the truest answer to the golden question is I just wanted to. I wanted to, so I did. ‘Nuff said.