Updated: Jun 12
When you think of offering hospitality to immigrant families, do you imagine hugs sealed with happy tears or evenings at a long table sharing plates overflowing with food or children surrounding you in a warm pile of arms and legs while you read soothingly? There are, occasionally, those moments and I was realizing the other day, those are the pictures that I always gravtiate towards for publication. But most of the time giving hospitality is unglamorous and actually rather awful.
These are the pictures I wouldn’t choose, but that happen every day: cleaning rooms covered with the detritus of months of travel, filling out endless forms, typing in numbers at a computer trying to find someone lost in the system, navigating airport parking lots and security, sitting in cars waiting, sitting in doctor’s offices waiting, waiting on hold, lots of waiting.