Pa Nyia Vue
Tonight is our last night in Cambodia. I feel sleepy, yet my mind and body feel uneasy. I can hear laughter, talking, motorcycles, music, and so much more from outside. Sometimes I’d imagine how it’d be like if I actually lived in Cambodia (in the different chaotic cities or in the peaceful village) and how my day would be like. I think of my students from Singha Village and I put myself in their shoes… I don’t know how they make it through each day. They’re such strong children and so innocent and filled with hope. I extremely miss my students. Even though we have a language and cultural barrier between us, I can still connect with them. We can’t call or see each other, but I know that we’ll remember each other and the unique relationship that we built. It is painful to think about our last day and farewells. I am so privileged. I appear and then disappear in their lives just like that. It’s unfair… but I can only do and give so much and have hope for my beloved students. I’m thankful to share this journey with GCP and the other travelers. I’ve been exposed to so many things… I can’t put it all into clear and concise words. I think this trip has opened up a door for another journey, one that I cant explain right now, but I can feel it itching inside of me… like something is calling out for me.