The Difference of a Week

Maya Holcomb - Ecuador


August 17, 2019


Last week at this time tears rolled down my smiling face as the chaotic sound of 200 people dancing and singing rung throughout the dining hall of a summer camp. It isn’t just a summer camp. It’s home. During the summer as a camp counselor I met countless mentors and peers who I can now call family. Our camp family lives together, laughs together and cries together. We know each other, and we love each other. 


A week after that last meal in the dining hall, I am sitting next to a partially packed suitcase preparing to embark on yet another unknown adventure where I am confident I will once again create strong connections that will tear me apart when it is time to leave. Even though I know how much it will hurt to leave, that doesn’t stop me from giving my all to my Global Citizen Year.


Next week I will be on my way to California for Global Launch. I have learned to avoid setting expectations, but that doesn’t keep me from wondering where I will be living in a month, who I’ll be living with, and of course if anybody will be able to understand my broken Spanish.


Maya Holcomb