Perhaps it is easier to never leave home. Never take risks. Never adapt to other cultures. Never fall in love with a people other than your own. We decided that was our fix. To get home and never ever leave again. It was just to painful to put everything we had into something that we eventually said goodbye to. Of course it’s not a reasonable solution. Especially considering I plan to leave again in less than three weeks. I’ve learned that not only do the things worth having require hard work, but they may even end before you are ready.
Ashley attempts to “close the book” on her last year working at an orphanage in the Dominican Republic. Looks to me like the book isn’t finished.
I’m so proud of her (and a little bit jealous).