|Robbie, Irene, Tiff, Jarrett, Jill, Josiah, Nathaniel, Ben, and Amber|
As we are about six weeks from permanently moving away from Haiti, a deep nostalgia has settled on me. These faces (and a few more) are my family in Haiti.
Humorous interlude. Comic relief.
Ben and Jarrett.
I often forget, in the midst of the nasty city, that I live on a tropical Caribbean island.
|Six months pregnant and never more beautiful!|
I'm thinking of the the Eagles' lyrics in the climactic final verse describing the mythical hotel:
"Relax," said the night man,
"We are programmed to receive
You can check out any time you want, but
You can never leave."
Is that how it will be, moving away from Haiti?
We will leave Haiti,
but will Haiti leave us?
Will we file it away as just a memory, albeit a special one,
something like our honeymoon- thought of fondly but only occasionally?