Journal: Monday, October 30, 2017. 6:29PM
It’s been a while since I opened you to write what I was feeling. But right now I feel shattered, and I can’t hold it in anymore. For the past 40 days I’ve waited in lines for hours. Waken up before dawn to try and find ice so that we could drink water atleast not warm. I’ve driven miles just to send a few texts. The last 40 days have been filled with fear and wariness. But above all, they have filled me with pride, and determination to get back up.
Now that I sit here, an hour away before I board and airplane that will – once again – take me far away from my island, I can’t help but feel nostalgia already infiltrate my mind. Because in all the troubles and all the pain, I lived through the most unity, care, and compassion, I had ever witnessed in my entire life.
I’ll have to leave my island, and I don’t know when I’ll be back. But the only thing I do know is that:
¡Te amo Puerto Rico!