We have been passing quite a few IOM (International Organization for Migration) resettlement trucks recently. They leave the camps filled with families chosen for resettlement on their way to Mae Sot for a week or so of “preparation” and training before they will fly half way around the world into another life.
I have so many mixed feelings. Part of me is so excited for them: they’ve been chosen! They’ve been waiting, and it’s here. They are about to experience freedom in ways they’ve never known. They are walking through grand doors of opportunity.
All at the same time, I ache for them. I ache for the car sickness I can see in their faces having not ridden in cars much, but facing hours and hours of traveling ahead.
I ache for the stares they will face at the airport; the feeling of being so small in a world that is growing so quickly in front of them as they travel from place to place. I ache for the doors of opportunity that are also doors of so many challenges. I know just a small picture of what they will face, and I know they will be safer; they will be freer. But they will also be faced with so many choices, so many temptations, so many surprises, so much love and so much hate.