It all started on this porch - the second floor porch of the guesthouse I called home when I moved to Haiti in 2015. I spent hours in the evening with no one to verbally process my experiences with. Free from the distractions of internet and electricity during these ‘off hours,’ I started writing … my thoughts, fears, experiences, pains.
Looking out over the mountains of Port au Prince watching the sunset each evening, I tried to make sense of my world, my new world, while my paradigms, biases, and my very being unraveled around me.
Check out my blog from that time.
I’m currently working on a memoir of my time in Haiti - how my experiences in Haiti shaped and molded me into the person I am today.