I don’t miss a certain food, and I’m not necessarily homesick. But I seriously did not realize how much time I save in everyday tasks in Ohio, things that I don’t even think about. 2 days ago I did my laundry. Half of a basket took me about 2 hours, not including the dry time as my clothes were hanging up. Yesterday we ate dinner around 6, but my market run was at 1 and we started to cook at about 3.
Especially for a woman, time is not something to be taken for granted in Haiti. And I’m saying this as a girl who doesn’t have to fetch her own water or watch any children. Ironically, I’m reading The Hole in the Gospel right now & the book was just talking on the same subject. Specifically, it talked about water. It was funny as I started the chapter…
“Most of you probably rolled out of bed today and took a hot shower” (Nope)
“You started your coffee” (I got out my water to start boiling it over a propane stove?)
“And turned on the faucet to brush your teeth” (Nope, I use a water bottle. There wasn’t any water coming from the sink anyway.)
“You then went to the fridge” (Don’t have that luxury here) “and put a clean glass in the door to get a stream of fresh, cold water” (I got some room temperature water from the Igloo.)
The book assumes the audience isn’t spending a year in Haiti. I laughed and pointed out the irony to my roommate, but the chapter still made me sit back and think. Even here, I have such a higher standard of living. I felt that I wasted an afternoon because I had to do laundry. I could not make plans one afternoon because I had to start dinner right after lunch. These are things that we don’t even think about, that cripple the time of others. Even as I miss the free time I used to have, I still have a lot of time for myself. Imagine if I didn’t have an Igloo of clean water. Imagine if I had children, or was a child myself who had no time for school. Imagine if I wanted a job, but barely had time for daily chores. I didn’t realize how much of my time would be consumed by the lack of technology (and electricity) that is common to me at home, yet I am still taken care of well compared to my neighbors here in Cabaret.
I’ve wanted to write a new post all week, but between an internet stick that doesn’t always want to work and the plate of things I have to do after my everyday tasks are done – it has waited until now. Just think about if I was not as blessed as I am, if my worries were much deeper than reading and posting on a blog and going to meet our partner pastors.