Haiti
I was afraid it would all be foreign to me again. That the heat, the language, the smells, the food, that it’d roll around inside me, unfamiliar, detached. That my place in this tiny country nestled between mountains wouldn’t belong to me at all anymore. That too much time had passed, I’d have been forgotten. And even worse, I’d have forgotten. But the moment I stepped off the plane, and the heat encircled me, I wasn’t suffocating, like I had imagined, but rather, I coul