Monday, July 23rd I left Haiti and landed in NYC, where I've been since. I have things I still want to write, but there's no time for that yet. Just walking around this vast, familiar yet somewhat alien city that I used to call my home has made it clear to me I've much more to process before I'll have the slightest inkling of what the experience in Haiti has been for me.
I left Haiti on Day 417 of my return trip. Combined with the 201 days of my first trip, I spent 21 months in the country. Along with the process of being with my mother as she slowly lost her life to cancer, they were unquestionably the most defining, challenging, and beautiful months of my life.
More to come, of that I'm sure.