Halfway, halfway… I’m already halfway? Yes, to the day, I am now halfway.
23 weeks down, 23 to go on this incredible & difficult adventure until I return home.
How is it that out here each day inches by, but yet months run their course in a blink of an eye?
How is it that it feels like yesterday that I left home, yet almost six months have passed since I have been in that place of comfort, you know?
I am astounded, surprised, and taken aback that my time on the Race is already cut in half.
Oh, the places I’ve been! Oh, the places I’ll go!
On the other hand… it feels like a small eternity since I’ve left home.
I can’t really remember anymore what it feels like to enter through my parents’ front door.
Of course I can remember my family and home, it’s just the sensation that is no longer known.
It’s amazing how quickly the human mind can adjust to a new version of reality it if must.
My home is the world, with no particular place. Or… is it in Colorado within my boundaries of comfort & space?
Honestly, I don’t know what to believe. This year has brought more questions to the surface than I can conceive!
But… there are some things that remain the same. Like faith, love, and -honestly- pain.
Life is still life, and Jesus is still good… even if it’s hard or doesn’t seem to be going like it should.
The World Race, my world race, is absolutely nuts— I’ve already been to 4 continents & 10 countries… I guess “11n11” isn’t a must.
Half the adventure down, half to go… Can’t believe I’m already here… Can’t believe there’s less than six months until I head home.
