7 weeks in one place

this week was kind of hallmark for me. the first time since june that i have been in one location for over 7 weeks. with all the traveling that i have done this year i have not had a steady address or place of recidence in a long time. ive been sleeping on floors, couches, at my parents house, or in a hostel for a ages...and suddenly it struck me just how odd it is that i am finally LIVING somewhere again...not just passing through. 7 weeks in chile. 7 weeks and every day is still different. between a new language, making new friends in a new language, working, studying, etc. i can honestly say that i still love it here. my life- it is remarkable how simple everything is for me here. even very real stresses seem more managable. perhaps im adjusting to a more tropical state of mind, but i find myself very satisfied in south america. i was remarking to coletta, a very extrodinary person that i by chance met on the plane out here, that though i am poorer than i have ever been in my life, i am also happier and more content. i still see so much of this reneweed bliss as something i awakened on my camino- not a single day goes by where i do not rexamine how giving everything up brought me more enternal wealth than i could have ever imagined. i know i would not be living here if i had not taken a walk that became my life. and here i sit at some sweaty internet cafe more alive than i have been in a long time. 7 weeks is normal for most people, a routine, but my 7 weeks they resemble real life but are so very different from what my life has been for so long.