Words. Words. Words.
They tumble from my mouth but they feel so useless and so inadequate. To explain such a breathtaking place. To illustrate such a beautiful people. To convey the feeling of a little child wrapping their arms around you.
How does one live a changed life when they return to a society that has not? A society that is seperated from the heartbeak and anguish by a TV screen, and that is worlds apart from the devastation left by rubble and concrete splayed out onto the streets.
I watched a commercial today. A bit ridiculous really, it was about a closet spacesaver. The bold words blared across the screen: "DO YOU HAVE TOO MUCH STUFF?" Yes, I do. I burst into tears for a people that I have seen content with living a simple life. A truly rich life.A people that do not have much stuff at all. I'm struggling with the guilt of falling back into North American luxuries, when I would be so content to be back on the top bunk of the toddler house.
I think I left my heart in Haiti.
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