Only two weeks ago, I returned from the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota. I was warned that I would leave a piece of my heart with both the people I met, as well as the land I saw over my week long trip. This definitely came true. I already ache to see the awe-inspiring children that I met there again. I’m struggling to re-adjust to the “land of the plenty” (as my mission leader might refer to it as), and want more than anything to just go back to the reservation and see the kids’ smiles. I’m missing that huge South Dakota sky, and just hope that I (as well as the children) can make it another year until I can return again.