This is home. I've realized I tend to be pretty bad at processing things intellectually as I go along - It usually takes me a few days, weeks of sitting down and thinking about an experience thats just happened in order to be able to speak intelligently about it and process what I've learned. But, I've learned I immediately process senses and feelings. Those are gut reactions that make sense to me in the moment, which is why I can talk to you all day about how I catch my breath every time I get a glimpse of a Solomon Islands sunset over the ocean. Or why the smell of a frangipani flower is the reason I love to pick and wear flowers in my hair. How touched and overwhelmed I am by the reminder of the pure friendliness of Solomon Islanders. Walking down a street where everyone says hello and no one is shy of smiles. A raise of the eyebrows (standard Solomon Islands greeting) opens the door wide open, people are ready to share and "story" with each other for hours. My love for stories...it runs so deep to my roots. All the way back to the red clay and the smiles of "The Happy Isles" as it's affectionately nicknamed. I don't know how many people get this chance...this chance to look with fresh eyes, the eyes of a child all grown up, at the truths, the experiences, the life, that have shaped you into who you are. The chance to be on sensory overload...it's pretty awesome. Unparalleled in my opinion. The water here sparkles so much its like a diamond mind exploded. And the water is so blue you can feel its coolness from a mile away. The Solomons is home. I am just feeling so blessed.