On one of my last days in Ishinomaki, I found myself biking through the streets back to base camp. I saw a boy pumping air into a girl’s bike tire. I saw a man repainting a short wall in front of his home. I saw another couple attaching shiny new letters to the front of their home. And I knew Ishinomaki was going to be ok. A very tragic disaster hit them, but we were picking up the pieces. A lot of progress has been made since 3/11. These small glimpses of hope made me very happy.
While volunteering we had several opportunities to extend deployment. I almost did it twice, but ultimately came home once my week was up. I wasn’t equipped to stay longer than a week- lack of food and clothes. 2 days after my return was my birthday and Dan and I were going to celebrate.
But I did decide to return, and so did my team mate Aska.
On July 29th I will return to Ishinomaki, and I did not list a return date. I will most likely stay about a month or so. What is interesting is that this time I won’t be staying at the gutted textile factory- international volunteers will be sleeping 5 to a tent near the university. The work is different. I’m not sure how I feel about that, until I remember that I knew nothing about my first trip, and this change in lodging and work will keep the experience new and different.
Ishinomaki has made a place forever in my heart. It reminded me that I can get dirty and work hard. I can make friends with people and form bonds. We worked hard, but we also had a great time. I have volunteered my whole life- coaching sports teams, collecting cans and donations, organizing fun runs- but I’ve never done such hard physical labor. It made me feel great about myself.
Anxiously awaiting my July 29th deployment, in which I’ve been promoted to co lead a new team with my team mate Aska.
Until next time!
So proud that you’ll be returning!
Such an amazing story you told and wonderful thing you did! Can’t wait to hear about the next trip!
I said it before, and I’ll say it again: you have made your family very proud…………and if Daddy was alive he would be your biggest supporter.