So, at first I gave it the benefit of the doubt. And maybe it's because of the time of year (the weather is pretty much our late March/April, i.e., crappy), or the fact that I'm living toward the edge of town. But Temuco is a miserable little city. It's cold and damp and rainy. There isn't much to do, especially when you're not in the middle of town. The prettiest part of Temuco is the volcano that you can see in the distance on a clear day taking the bus into town from Labranza. But clear days are rare, and if there's a sunny afternoon it was preceded by a frigid, damp morning and followed by a cold night.
I think a lot of this is fueled by homesickness and loneliness. I don't think it would seem as bad if I wasn't alone here, or if I didn't constantly feel like a stranger in someone else's house. Or if I felt at all invested in the work I was doing here. But I do and I'm not and everything just feels sad here.
I've only been here for two weeks, but it feels like a year. I'm flying home in two weeks for my Dad's wedding and it's impossible to imagine being here that much longer. Time goes a lot slower here, which is driving me crazy. I don't think a minute has gone by when I haven't thought of home.
This has been really emo so I'll write about my favorite thing about Temuco. Houses here don't have central heat so they rely generally on wood-burning stoves to keep warm. So in the evening, the air smells like a campfire. Which reminds me of when we went camping when I was little. So there's that.
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