17. It is the number of days left on this
Race. It is the number of days until I once again step foot on US soil. It is
the number of days that feels like an eternity. 17 is the number that I love
and hate today.
I am laying here on my sleeping pad, in a dirty room,
sweating, swatting ants off of my legs, watching the seconds of time pass on my
watch, longing to be home. Is it ever going to end? Surreal. That is what this
is. The first two months of the Race moved along rather slowly, then fast
forward eight months, now, stop, slow motion. I guess that is the way it always
is when you are looking forward to something, and I am looking forward to home
more than I have ever looked forward to anything else.
In reality I probably should be grateful
that time is eerily creeping along. After all, I still have no idea what I am
doing with my life after the Race, I am currently traveling the world in Jesus
name with a great group of friends who have become my family, and I am
experiencing things that many people only hope to experience. But if this year
has given me one thing, it is a love for home. Not so much for the comforts of
home (although that doesn’t hurt) but for my family and friends. And all of the
countries and experiences just don’t seem to equate right now.
So I am going to enjoy and soak up today,
because tomorrow, I’m breaking up with 17.
Many Blessings,
Kim
