In being gone from America for a couple of weeks now, I am starting to miss things…
Traffic Laws…haha you never woulda thought I would say that, huh?
Ice.
Rinsing my toothbrush with running water.
Salad.
Going places all by myself.
My pillow.
Church in English.
Getting internet in my house.
Putting toilet paper in the toilet….and flushing.
Family.
Friends.
During this season of my life, I am meant to be here. I am meant to dig canals and hold little Dominican children this month. I am meant to walk two hours a day while carrying tools. I am meant to sweat and get blisters. I am meant to serve. Even though I might miss things about America, I know this is where I am supposed to be.
