FMF: Belong

In less than a month I will be going to Central America to the country of Nicaragua.

Maybe you've heard of it? It's the country that for years was held hostage to a communist party and it left the country in ruins for years.

Nicaragua is the place where I was born...almost 40 glorious years ago. :) A country that has been recovering for years but that is on its way up. 

I left when I was 5 yrs old. To be honest, I don't remember much. My family and I left to go to Colombia and with our departure we also left tons of family and friends. I only remember glimpses of my time there. 

I remember that one night when we were at home and heard the gerrilla militia approaching. Parents locked the doors of our home and I remember being taken by mom under a table as she laid on top of me. We heard all the gunshots around and waited until they were gone. 

I went back when I was 18 but only for a few days and with one attend the funeral of a grandmother I never got to meet. But as a teenager I didn't appreciate my time there as I should have. Now, at 39 years of age, I will be going back to this country, my country, the one whose blood runs through my veins. Back with an american passport but with a nicaraguan heart. And yet, I can't help but ask myself...will I feel like I belong? It's been so long. Will they recognize me as one of their own? 

I may look like my fellow countrymen, I may fluently speak our beautiful spanish language BUT, will I belong? 

I have traveled some, but this time I'm a bit nervous. Not because I am not up for a new adventure, but because, I really do hope that once I get there I will feel like I belong. 

I don't know if I remember feeling this way when, at the age of 15, the family and I came to America. Oh the stories I can tell you of my first days/weeks in the USA. At least in Nicaragua I will know the language. 


I now belong to the USA. And I know it was not a mistake nor a random chance. It was God ordained. Oh the stories I could tell you so you would see how God orchestrated for me to be in this place, for such a time as this. The fact alone that today I find myself here, writing these thoughts, hosting a blog, in a language I couldn't even speak at 15 years of age...oh the stories I could share.

We'll see how it will all unfold when I touch my Nicaraguan soil but this I am certain of,

this trip is not by's once again an event God ordained. 

One thing is for sure. I'm a blessed chica to get to belong to more than my country of birth and even more blessed that I get to go back and rediscover that little piece of earth in Central America.

El Chocollero, Nicaragua ( via )

El Chocollero, Nicaragua (via)

Granada, Nicaragua ( via )

Granada, Nicaragua (via)

San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua ( via )

San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua (via)

This post is part of the Five Minute Friday community. You can join us too. Go over to LIsa Jo Baker's page and get writing!Today's prompt word was: Belong.