I'm not even sure of the date,
sometime after march 5th,
and it's a monday.
Thailand and Cambodia teams returned this afternoon, and Togo returns tonight in about an hour.
We got here saturday night, tired and with a stomach ache, I ate mcdonalds, and settled into my new room.
There are no words to describe my time in Haiti, and the last 5 months feel dream like. Basically i'd love to talk to everyone, show pictures, and tell stories. It's just not justified over the internet.
Walking the same streets in Kona feels like home, and yet at the same time, so far from home.
I can't explain the change i've experienced, and gone through, I feel new and refreshed, not totally different from myself, just a stronger, more secure version.
I feel very much that I made the right choice to follow God to Kona, Hawaii for my DTS. I wish there was a way to write out my time, but there isn't. So many times i've laughed and cried, and thought only a crazy person would be doing this, I can't think of anything, or anyone else. These things can't be planned or forgotten. With a mix of emotions, and almost a lack of emotions, i'm starting the 3 day long process of seeing everyone I have been missing for 3 months, and saying goodbye to the ones i've spent 6 months with. I'm stuffed with priceless experiences, new passions and endless memories that I wouldn't trade for the world.
So even though my stomach can't settle, and my jeans don't fit, I've never felt better, or been more happy. Three days left in Kona leaves me with the time to rest, and catch up with friends. Friday i'm homeward bound.
Goodbye Hawaii, Hello Home
