I know that I'm only here for a week, I know that my whole family isn't here, and I know that I'll have to go back to Texas. These are some of the things that make home not feel like home. I feel so happy & complete when I'm in Haiti, though. I didn't realize it until I got here. I was happy in Texas too, but not this kind of happy. I feel like I fit in better in Haiti, which says a lot...considering I stick out like a sore thumb around here.
I loved going to where we used to live, and visiting old friends. I liked the fact that the further out you got from Port au Prince, the less you can see 'earthquakeness'.
I loved talking to Heartline's hospital patients in the back of the truck on the way to Marjorie's land yesterday. I loved taking pictures along the way, but hated the things I was taking pictures of...pictures of broken PAP.
I loved going to Dominoes.
