Kay nou yo nan Ayiti means "our house in Haiti".
Let's get real. Google Translate told me. I'm a Kreyol new kid.
I've been wanting to share the inside of our new apartment for awhile. I'm really excited about it. I feel so much different there than I felt last spring in our last apartment- this one is like home. It makes a big difference to the way I feel here, to have "home".
Now I think about rams, psychedelic cherries, and glaciers instead. Win.
So that's our whole house in five photos! I'm proud of it, and happy there, and I know for the rest of my life I'll feel like any home bigger than 3 rooms will be a castle.
To conclude, a pastor I know who blogs over at Karooso recently included this fascinating quote I can't stop thinking about:
Not long before his death, Martin Luther King Jr. spoke to the congregation at Atlanta's Ebenezer Baptist Church:
If any of you are around when I have to meet my day, I don't want a long funeral. And if you get somebody to deliver the eulogy, tell them not to talk too long. Every now and then I wonder what I want them to say. Tell them not to mention that I have a Nobel Peace Prize; that isn't important. Tell them not to mention that I have three or four hundred other awards; that's not important. Tell them not to mention where I went to school. I'd like somebody to mention that day that Martin Luther King Jr. tried to love somebody.
I want to live out these words. I want my life to play that song.