visit home *In limbo*

Being home was good in every way.

And yet it was like we were on the outside looking in... into a place that was familiar, but distant. It was like we were living two worlds, or better yet, between two worlds.

In one, a world governed by time. Where any and everything is at our fingertips, consumerism is a way of life; self absorption all too familiar; where freedom rings, and what you have defines you. We are surrounded by opportunity and those we love.

In the other, a world governed by community. Where being exists over having, surrounded by those in need; where clean water is a luxury and living in a home bigger than a one room shack is more than your neighbor; where medical care is for the rich; survival is a must, and hope is your greatest possession.

Neither is necessarily right nor best.

While it was only a visit, we felt pulled between these two worlds. I was torn for the future... when it is inevitably time to return home. Torn between a life of plenty, and a life of simplicity. Torn between Family, and a people who have stolen a piece of my heart. Pulled between a country I call home, and a continent that I have grown to love. Pulled between a life of making a living, and a life of giving a living.