At peace

In sitting down to write a more substantive blog post than normal, I suddenly find myself unable to do so. I thought about what I wanted to say for the last hour, and now can't find the words.

On the eve of traveling to Hawaii for the first time in a year, I find myself overloaded with the emotions I haven't been able to process for the last few days.

I am o.k., my family will be o.k., and life goes on.

I will be back in Jamaica in two weeks. Driving home from Kingston was my first chance to process anything since Wednesday, and everything is suddenly hitting me. That substance I planned to sit down and pour out will have to wait until I have had a moment to actually think about what has happened.

Though on that drive, I past a secluded field in the mountains as the sun began to set, and I watched ten Jamaican kids playing football. It was the first time in a long time that I felt, strangely, at home.