So many things can, and do change in 2 years. Especially in the Peace Corps. But one thing that didn’t was the bond and love I share with my host family. They were my first comfort in a land that made little sense, a place where I didn’t know how to find my niche or simply say hello. These beautiful people welcomed me into their home with opens arms, treating me as their own daughter and sister. I will be eternally grateful for all that they taught me–language, gestures, how to eat injera, replacing a washing machine with buckets and two strong arms, and that little gasps of air mean “yes” or strong approval. But above all, they taught me that family has no geographical limits. No matter how many kilometers remain between us, Seleshi, Hirut, Yeabsira, Shalom and Nahome will always be my home…wherever I go.
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