"I am on a plane, across a distant sea... but I carry you in me."
It's been almost 7 weeks since I returned from Haiti. I've been putting off blogging about my experience, mainly because it's taken me a long time to process everything, and partly because I have this nagging feeling that I need to "step back" and focus on other things in my life for a while. But that doesn't happen. I'm too involved now. Each time I think to myself that I will take a "Haiti break," I'm pulled back in by this project or that, each one as important as the other. I'm so intertwined now by the projects I started when I got back. And the truth is, I don't want to stop. There's so much that can be done to help, and I'm only one person... but when I know there's *something* I can do, no matter how small, I want to do it.
I had no idea the hardest part of going to Haiti would be the "coming back" part. My teammates and I have stayed in touch, and we've all experienced varying degrees of "Haiti hangovers." From almost reverse culture shock, to having a hard time of explaining what we experienced in Haiti, to trying to reconcile our 'old lives' with our new, changed selves... it's been, at times, a difficult experience.
How do you put into words an experience this life changing?
From Montréal with Love
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