I live in Haiti and this week, I survive my first hurricane. I know Hurricanes are a part of living in the Caribbean, but I did not think that I would be in a category 4 Hurricane. My town was lucky. We survived and did not have a lot of destruction unlike towns like Les Cayes and Jérémie. I saw photos and I am feeling grateful for my town, my home and my life.
I am sitting at home on my roof with a beautiful view of the beach and I am reminded of why I chose to move back to Haiti. When I meet people in the US and I tell them I live in Haiti, they give me this concerned look like it is the worst place I could live. They say these ignorant things of how dangerous it must be. A day after the hurricane, people are out and about, back to work like any other day. This country is resilient and loving. It is my home.
In the western world, when a disaster happens, people freeze and feel bad for themselves. Not in Haiti. Here, we move on quickly because disasters will always happen and you can not pity yourself. We work hard and we live.