We’ve been home for 2 ½ months now. Looking back it is hard to grasp. The experiences we had, cannot really be explained to friends and family at home. Every now and then I catch myself looking out a window, remembering something that made me smile on the other side of the world or something that just makes me want to pack my bags and leave.
Go back, to where I spend the best year I could possibly have asked for.
Even now after all this time back at home, it’s hard to let the feelings in. During the past months so much has happened that it’s easy to push those emotions away – „I’ll deal with them later“, but I don’t really want to.
But this text is not for me, really. I want to dedicate it to the country and the people whom I now miss so dearly.
My Mum says, that I’ve changed, I’ve grown. I know what she means, though I cannot quiet put my finger on it. I felt myself changing.
It is what Cambodia does to you, in a way.
How to describe this country best? I say, It’s a feeling.
It’s that feeling you get when the (kind of weird) Khmer music kicks in an everyone around you just starts singing and dancing.
It’s that feeling you get when people you don’t know invite you for dinner.
It’s that feeling when the sun rises at 5.00 am in the most extraordinary way and you are suddenly just happy to be alive.
It’s that feeling you get when the woman selling food on the street smiles at you with that utter joy only Cambodians seem to know.
It’s that feeling you get when the kids eyes light up while playing football.
It’s that feeling you get at the end of the day, when you are completely exhausted but it was totally worth it.
I really hope, some of my friends in Cambodia read this. Because they made these 12 months amazing. Workers, Khmer teachers, students and everyone whom we met along the way. It was a real priviledge getting to know you. Thank you for opening up to us, sharing your home with us. You all have tought me so much.
I sure hope I will get to see you again some time!
I miss you. ខ្ញុំនឹកអ្នក
I love you. ខ្ញុំស្រលាញ់អ្នក