After a week back in school, I can still say I am sad about Spring Break being over. Who would have thought that 8 days in Haiti could change my life? For my Spring Break I traveled alongside 3 other undergraduate students, a graduate student/translator and a professor to Borgne, Haiti. While we were there we completed multiple service projects including painting a mural of the solar system for a 4th grade classroom, and going to a mobile health clinic. While I greatly enjoyed all of the service projects, my favorite part of the trip was interacting with the people. Everywhere we went we were followed by groups of children who were fascinated with us (yelling "blan," meaning foreigner). Though I only knew a few words and phrases in creole, I always felt welcomed by the people. They would smile and wave, sometimes even cry, thanking us for our help. While I was so happy to help them, in any way that I could, I kept feeling like I should've been doing more. Most of the people we met or saw lived on about $2 a day. There were no mirrors, there was no electricity, sometimes there wasn't even clean water. The amazing part was that this didn't seem to bother them. I'm sure they wouldn't say no to a clean shower or a new pair of shoes, but they were always so thankful for what they had, and more importantly, who they had in their lives. We often saw brothers holding hands to show their appreciation and love for one another. We saw children walking miles every day to get fruit and other foods for their home. We saw mothers who were always taking care of their children and husbands before taking care of themselves. Why do I miss Haiti so much? Well, I'll tell you why. I miss Haiti because it gives me hope for humanity. Most people would say it should make me thankful for all that I have in my own life. I'm not saying that this isn't true, but maybe what I value and what my peers value needs to change. Maybe I should spend less time worrying about everything I think I need to complete on my to-do list, and more time helping my mom make dinner. Maybe I should spend less time on Facebook and Instagram and more time studying. I can honestly say that I feel like I found a piece of my heart in soul in Haiti. All I want to do is go back there. I know it may be a while before I go back to Haiti, but the people I met will always be in my heart. While I pull myself together to finish this last crazy month of school, I'll always be thinking of Haiti.