We fly home tomorrow.  I’m ready.  This trip has been amazing, but I’m ready to be home…to rest.  To be able to process everything that’s happened this past week.  I feel like I’ve been here for months.  Part of me is incredibly sad that I’m leaving.  And part of me wants to stay.  But I know that it’s time.  Time for us to head home.  Time for us to rest.  Then time for us to get to work doing what we do…telling the stories that we’ve collected here.  Time for us to do our part in helping change Haiti.

a boy at the village

the toilet used by that boy, and everyone else there