3 days left in Texas. The summer has flown.
Find laptop lock and sneaky tiny safe: check.
Buy an extra set of every toiletry item we use: check.
Eat enough salsa to last me til Christmas: not possible.
Find non-DEET bug spray: check.
Rest and relaxation: haha who am I kidding.
I don't know how I feel. I love Haiti; I love home. There are many challenges in Haiti; there are many challenges at home.
I'm ready for the slow pace again. Not ready for the frustration of never being able to get anything done in the way you plan. Ready for the wonderful students. Nervous about being a good teacher. Ready to spend QT with some really incredible Haiti friends. Not ready to say goodbye to my hometown besties. Ready to start my garden, not ready to say goodbye to Granny Smiths, jalapenos, and cilantro.
I'll miss Mad Men and HGTV. But maybe not. I'll miss my shower. In Haiti I feel fear but also purpose. In Dallas I feel anxiety but also soaked in love.
Ben knows exactly how he feels. Not me. It is true that it's much easier going back when you know what you're returning to. Not nearly scary as that first jump. But still a big jump. Jesus, hold my hand.
Off the high dive into the deep end.