Last Day

I have an hour before I leave for the airport.
I am well-rested and my heart if very full.
It has been a fabulous trip.

I am afraid to go home. Well, not afraid, but. . . well. . . I know after I went to Haiti, I missed it so much. I dreamed about it for years and years. In fact, I still have recurring "Haiti" dreams.
After the earthquake in January, I wished I had saved something from my summer there. I guess I wanted to connect . . . I had tossed every single thing I had brought back, including my vanilla stained diary.

Well, I am older and wiser now! After talking with many Americans about this, my goal is to re-enter the states with balance. When I returned from Haiti, I was returning to a new home, in a new state for my senior year in HS and I remember wishing I could go back to the orphanage where I was needed, or at least I thought I was and wanted to be. That fall, I learned to swallow my feelings by eating too much. And, maybe it was a reaction to the goat meat in Haiti and I became super impressed with the flavors in Southern California! At any rate, I was depressed. (At least for a few months-- until my science teacher, Mr. Mclellan introduced me to Susan Van Mouwerik who introduced me to her huge network of great friends. I get to visit Susan in this Aug!)


I want introduce everyone to this place through pictures and stories. That will be the first thing.

My friend, Wik, told me that when blogs first came out, people in CA were wearing T-shirts that said, "No one reads your blog." I suppose there's a lot of truth to that. I mean, I "follow" a few blogs and I am doing well if I peek at them weekly. EVEN blogs I am very interested in get relatively very little of my time and attention. What's up with that? I guess folks would rather speak in person. Dunno, but I do know that my blogging is basically for me, so that I can remember this trip.

That being said, Dan and I are going to host a Honduran Party soon! I hope you will be able to make it. : )

Thank you for joining me on my journey. It's hard to believe I will be at home, with Dan, in our own bed, tonight. . . Yay.