We leave Aquin tomorrow, before sunrise, 4:30 am. We’ll pull out of the garage, honk the horn twice to say a final goodbye to Marie Claire and Scooby, roll down the hill to the barrier, say goodbye and good luck to Avrisse who will have opened the barrier, and then we will make our final trip down the muddy, rutted path that is the road for Mon Sejou, which means my vacation in Kreyol.
What do we leave behind? Clothes, books, and various things we don‚t need or can replace easily. We leave behind friends, and familiar places.
What do we bring with us? Memories, lessons learned, hearts broken and patched, good times, hard times, dust, art, coffee, and a lifetime of stories.
I thought I had more to write, but nothing is coming out right now. It is hard to leave, far harder to leave here than it was to leave the U.S. in the first place. Haiti is a hard place to not love, once you’ve been here long enough.
Thank you for all your support, and thank you for all your letters and cards and packages. They really brightened our days here, and we loved hearing from you.
We’re heading to Port au Prince for a few days, and then on to Green Bay on January 1st- Haiti‚s bicentennial, no less. We’ll write again when we have a time to gather our thoughts.
Have you read Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God? It ends with this, and so will I:
"It's uh known fact, Phoeby, you got tuh go there tuh know there. Yo' papa and yo' mama and nobody else can't tell yuh and show yuh. Two things everybody's got tuh do fuh theyselves. They got tuh go tuh God, and they got tuh find out about livin' fuh theyselves."
God bless-
Tim and Christy
Posted by Christy and Tim at 09:50 AM on December 29, 2003 :: Permanent link
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