What is the definition of home? I'm not actually sure. I used to think it was the house my parents live in, but then I never really lived there. They built the house they live in my senior year of high school, and we moved into it 1 month before I went to college. I also really thought it was Waco, but to be honest Waco feels a million miles away right now.
It's so interesting for me to think of home these days. I find myself still missing friends and family greatly, but after a week away or a weekend away all I want to do is go home. I want to go to my big concrete house, sleep under my mosquito net, and wait for the sun to wake me up around 5:45 (although I've perfected the art of going back to sleep). I want to wake up on a Saturday morning and make my made from scratch breakfast. I want to do crazy work out videos with 4 of the girls on my team. I want to climb through the jungle of our courtyard to turn the generator on. I want to be back home. Home is my yellow house that I share with 5 other people. Home is this island.
Home is unleashing in me a creativity I never knew was within me. Monday of last week I got very sick on a trip home from port-au-prince. I'll spare the details, but it was by far my worst day in Haiti. While I was laying in bed Monday afternoon a culinary idea popped into my mind. I was craving spaghetti & meatballs, but we haven't quite figured out how to do meat here, so on Saturday I made beanballs. Essentially the same components minus meat plus black beans. Here you improvise and you experiment. Home is stretching me to be beyond what I thought I could be.
Home is shaping me and molding me. Home is making me a stronger and weaker woman at the exact same time. I've learned so much, and learned that what I know is even less. I have planted my heart in the soil here and though it's still just a seed under the earth, I feel it about to breakthrough the top soil. Thank you Haiti. Thank you for welcoming me and letting me plant myself. May I grow well in your soil. My I sprout when it is time and my I bloom with the Glory of God.
It's so interesting for me to think of home these days. I find myself still missing friends and family greatly, but after a week away or a weekend away all I want to do is go home. I want to go to my big concrete house, sleep under my mosquito net, and wait for the sun to wake me up around 5:45 (although I've perfected the art of going back to sleep). I want to wake up on a Saturday morning and make my made from scratch breakfast. I want to do crazy work out videos with 4 of the girls on my team. I want to climb through the jungle of our courtyard to turn the generator on. I want to be back home. Home is my yellow house that I share with 5 other people. Home is this island.
Home is unleashing in me a creativity I never knew was within me. Monday of last week I got very sick on a trip home from port-au-prince. I'll spare the details, but it was by far my worst day in Haiti. While I was laying in bed Monday afternoon a culinary idea popped into my mind. I was craving spaghetti & meatballs, but we haven't quite figured out how to do meat here, so on Saturday I made beanballs. Essentially the same components minus meat plus black beans. Here you improvise and you experiment. Home is stretching me to be beyond what I thought I could be.
Home is shaping me and molding me. Home is making me a stronger and weaker woman at the exact same time. I've learned so much, and learned that what I know is even less. I have planted my heart in the soil here and though it's still just a seed under the earth, I feel it about to breakthrough the top soil. Thank you Haiti. Thank you for welcoming me and letting me plant myself. May I grow well in your soil. My I sprout when it is time and my I bloom with the Glory of God.
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