Tomorrow.
Tomorrow it begins. Atlanta for a few days, then on to Nepal. No big deal.
This past season of life, though only a handful of weeks, has been a race of its own. A race against time as I’ve gone from airport to airport. A race against the setting sun during roadtrips. A race against the clock, counting down the weeks, days, and now hours until I say farewell.
{Portland, OR –> Richland, WA –> Spokane, WA}
I’m not sure if I’ve analyzed too much or not processed enough exactly what life has consisted of lately. Never have I had so many sweet reunions, so much joy and reminiscing with grandparents, cousins, old friends, and even stumbled upon acquaintances. These weeks have been packed with ecstatic hellos and painful goodbyes. Surprises, hugs, meaningful conversations in between each moment. To say I feel overwhelmed with love and support is a huge understatement.
{Lynchburg, VA}
Closure. That’s what this season has been. In nearly every way possible. My heart has ached in ways I forgot it could. I’ve grown and learned and relearned. I revisited old memories, past hurts and insecurities. Though terrifying at times, I cherish the proper goodbyes I was able to make to each and every place and person.
{Marysville, OH}
So thank you. Thank you for putting up with me at last minute, for listening to my overly nervous and excited chatter about this crazy adventure I’m about to go on. For letting me be a part of your life and making me feel beyond welcomed and loved. From being in the backseat of cars to middle seats on planes, this Stateside race has been beautiful. Messy and stressful and unpredictable at times, but so meaningful. I can’t imagine having spent my last few weeks at home anywhere else but with you.
{West Palm Beach, FL}
