Summer Valentine

I keep thinking “I want to go home I want to go home” but i’m laying in my bed on my computer.

I made a new home in Haiti that I feel 2398798345948x better in. I feel more at home with the culture there and the only times when I wanted to go home (in america) were when I heard about the huge spider, and when the water for the shower ran out.

But this is good. Time away is good. Spencer was saying that it is good to take a break from being in the mission field so you can appreciate it more when you get back.

I am feeling that right now. I didn’t appreciate it enough while I was there, and now all I want to do is go back with my team.

I can’t wait to see them on sunday and give them hugs and possibly cry together because we are the only ones who understand what happened there. I was mourning the end of it all on the bus ride home last night. It broke my heart to know it was over.

While we were there it felt like we had lived there for years, but now that i’m back it feels like it was only a day.

Ugh. Haiti wrecked me.

I don’t want to be.

Here I have issues of rides and money and what to do with my life for the day.

But there, if i’m bored, I could go on the roof, make a deeper relationship with the people around me, or walk over to the clinic to see if they need for me to do anything, or to the orphanage and give the kids the love they need. US money goes farther there and everyone takes care of each other.

I really hope we’re able to get the house there so we can go back and forth easier.

I need to learn Creole.

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