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All of the Choices They Wish They Had, But Do Not


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Our time in the camp felt too short. But here we are, on our last day in the capital, preparing for the long travel back to Los Angeles. I find this part to be the most difficult. We are leaving and returning to a life of abundance and plenty, and knowing that each time we come back to the camps the situation is worse. There is less food, less services, less hope, but more needs. The population has grown, but the camp space and infrastructure have not. Another international organization has left or plans to leave. I never grow accustomed to this feeling, but the sadness I experience when leaving is always alleviated by the fact that we head home ever more committed. I find solace in knowing we’ll be back. We head home with the intention of getting more support for the refugees and our programs, so that we can bring back more opportunities and more attention. It is a tireless endeavor.

In my efforts to push through my emotions today and remain focused, I revisited the notes I took throughout each day in the camps. Amongst my scribbles I found three over arching issues (in no particular order):