A sense of place: My habitat experience People often identify with their dwelling as a sense of place, comfort and essentially, identity. He dare and his large family of 7 wonderful children soon shall have something to be proud of: safe, adequate organized and proper housing. Despite he and his wife working long hours, a good place to hang their hat together as a family unit had eluded them. While we did assist with a lot of the labor, it was his daughter's courage to get her parents to accept candidacy as a Habitat homeowner that got the ball rolling, and they deserve the chance, maybe as much as anyone. While it would be presumptuous to assume pride and take significant credit for the nearly complete house, all 14 team members from across the JET spectrum did as much as they could to help the cause. Several members used up all their remaining paid leave, others sent in significant amounts of hard-earned funds, vital for sending more Japan-based teams to places in need. All of us should feel a great accomplishment, and be humble at the same time. He dari's struggle continues, but I feel we all helped a bit, more so the Kuching-based volunteers, to at least make the burden for him lighter. The time we spent sweltering and dripping in the hot, unforgiving Malaysian sun will always be a fond memory. We should feel lucky that such an environment can easily be changed by hopping a plane and whooshing away to points we ourselves determine. I certainly enjoyed my first HH build, and I plan on participating in more. Thanks for the others on the team that helped with their humor, support and all else, company. Sweat equity as a principal is a well thought out way to really assist the marginalized folks around the world, eh?