First and foremost I feel the need to declare: VICTORY! Even though it has been a month since it all went down, I got Jackie home to the States successfully over Thanksgiving. I probably lost more hair from stressing over it than is considered “normal” which is unfortunate, but she is living the Salvadoran dog’s dream of becoming an American pet so I tell myself it was worth it. I breathe a little easier knowing she no longer lives in close proximity to so many clumsy, drunk, and/or ungraceful men with machetes, but instead has quite literally become my dad’s lap dog because as he says she is “so easy to pick up!”.
Although I must admit, the last month has been pretty lonely. I no longer have my sidekick, my best friend who was always excited and content by my mere existence. I did not need to organize a scholarship fund or bread baking workshop for her to be happy or pleased. I just needed to be. In the Peace Corps that is the best thing I could ever ask for, because sometimes that is harder than you think when you are a twenty four years old and single and living atop a mountain in El Salvador.