For a second, I thought I was in Palestine.
With no one else in sight to cloud what I saw, I forgot that I was on my way to class in Chapel Hill and felt instead that I was back at the Beit Jala clinic, seeing a woman awaiting her appointment.
And then, as quickly as the image came, reality flew in and I remembered that I was still at home.
I spent a lot of today thinking about my trip, something I haven't done in some time. Earlier this week I gave a presentation about the ReCap program to first year med students who were interested in spending their summer abroad. Then, today, I (finally) wrote my ReCap reflection. It gave me a chance to re-express all the things I had felt while in Palestine and when I came home, things that I think a lot of people won't understand. It felt good to write about it again, as I haven't really said much in this blog since my one post after arriving home. Unfortunately, I still haven't drawn any conclusions about what the summer meant to me. Maybe I'm not supposed to, who knows. But I don't know what to do with all that I have seen, done, and felt in that short period of time. I want to do SOMETHING. I just have no clue as to what.
That's all.
