The Road: Looking back on 2 years
I got to the end of a road and looked back I looked back on the journey the new, fresh, naive person I was two years prior I thought about the missionaries I idolized then Their calm confidence ease of speaking Creole their ideas, faith, their lives in action I realized I, while far from 'perfect' or 'arrived,' (both myths) had come towards the end of my road and am so much more of the person I wanted to be the person I'm meant to be The girl that is able to laugh at the insanely frustrating aspects of life in Haiti The girl that is more spontaneous and flexible, the only way to live here, sanely The girl that can go for a jog in the neighborhood without fear, can hold a brief conversation with women walking down the street with their goods for sale The girl that can laugh in a very appropriate Haitian-culture sort of way The woman that looks back on the road fraught with abuse, pain, and trauma and see the depths of courage and strength that sh