I have so many thoughts and feelings built up right now. About all sorts of things. My heart is mostly broken today. It's broken for the millions of souls who go hungry. Perhaps some are just hungry for a smile. Others are desperately hungry for any food at all, knowing that their body can only hold on so long; they are starving. My heart is broken for those who are hungry for love, wondering if anyone truly cares about them. For those hungry for security, scared to death that their home may be burned down at any moment, they are worried for their safety. And those who are hungry for attention, not sure if they are worth anything or if anyone sees them. And those hungry for their husband or wife or child, anyone they have ever lost or cannot see.

I'm hungry today too. Not for food, my belly is full. Not for love, my heart is someone else's home. I am hungry for something familiar. It's almost Thanksgiving and I can picture my grandmother headed off to the store to purchase all the fixings for our big dinner. I can hear the phone ringing in my parent's home with everyone calling to see where dinner will be served. But I forgot what it smells like when the turkey comes out of the oven. And I forgot what it sounds like when the wine is being poured and laughter fills the living room. We've been here on this beautiful island for seven months and today, it seems like a lifetime. I guess it's about this time that our time here stops feeling like a vacation... calls and emails from home come less and less... and reality sets in. I'm still very excited to be here and experience all these new and wonderful things. It's just not easy. I suppose they say, "When one door opens, another one closes," for a reason.