I thought I had it. I've had something since I was 10 or 11 - or earlier.

Ever since I was young I've been "overly" interested in South America. When I was 14, I visited Peru, and fell in love with it.

Less than a week ago I got back from my second visit... and cried to leave.

So why is there this hesitation now, this confused uncertainty about what my Father wants for me?

I don't know.