I have found my new passion: garage sales. I love everything about them. I love the core belief of garage sales, being that I don’t want my junk, but I want you to buy my junk and the fact of the matter is that no matter how much you bargain, I still win because anything not bought I am going to throw it away. I love the professional garage-salers, who go out in teams of two so that one can keep the car running and one can do a quick sweep because they have many more sales to hit in a day and they aren’t going to waste their time if nothing is good. I love that they get out of the car in athletic gear and fanny packs and that everything is negotiable to them.
But more than anything, I loved the outpouring of support I received from the community. I put out signs saying that all the proceeds was going to my mission trip, and almost every person that came through asked me about my trip. They wished me luck and asked questions about what I would be doing. I was able to gush and get excited with complete strangers.
I am a person who typically focuses on logistics. Right now, I am very concerned with flying on a plane by myself to training camp in the next few weeks. I am focused on making sure my phone will work in other countries, getting credit cards for the trip, getting all my gear packed and making sure it’ll all fit in one bag. When family and friends ask about my trip, I typically find myself discussing fundraising and the multiple vaccinations I have had. (Honestly, at this point I would not be surprised if I developed super strength from all the shots I’ve gotten). My mind is very preoccupied with all the things that need to get done in the next few months that I haven’t really had time to be really excited about this once in a lifetime opportunity I am about to embark on. But, these garage-salers don’t care about the logistics. They just want to wish me well, and be excited for me, and I didn’t realize how much I needed that until it happened and my goodness, I am thankful for it.
