Looks like I fell well and truly in love with Fiji in 2013. And on this day three years later Fiji has tried to break my heart. Winston, maternal and child health and mortality, the frequent comings and goings that are part and parcel of expat life. I don't know that my heart can take too many more days like this. Although today I did witness that even when horrible things happen we don't have to go through it alone.
I love Fiji. I miss the US. And yet today showed me that my roots are digging in deeper each and every day.
In the end it's a good thing to have roots, right? Even if they pull at your heart sometimes?