I have some news. Due to the corona virus I have been sent home. As I write this I am sitting on my bed in Richardson, Texas.
On Sunday we were told we were being sent home and within 24 hours we were on a plane. And by Monday evening I was in LA. I finally made it home on Tuesday.
So. I have been asked how I felt when I found out I was going home. And honestly. I was excited. In my last blog post I mentioned how every single thing that has ever been hard has always turned into something good. Leaving the field two months early as fast as I did was as hard as it gets being a missionary. I was so unprepared. But I know God has plans. I am not scared. It’s definitely an adjustment. But theres a reason this happened and I know something good will come of it.
I have been home for one full day now and I am already experiencing the hardships of re-entry. People don’t understand why I’m feeling the way I am. They don’t understand what I have been through or seen. I feel quite lonely.
But it’s okay. That’s very normal. It will pass.
I think the hardest thing is that I was ripped away from my team. My best friends. My sisters. The people I’m closest to in this world. I miss Alana coming to my bed every night to say goodnight. I miss watching shows with Mae. I miss facetiming Mya with Alicia. I miss all my talks with Nat. I miss my team. They are my people. I definitely have plans to see them as soon as possible. But I wasn’t prepared to leave them and I’m still trying to get used to this new normal.
This is a short blog post because I don’t have a lot to say. It’s simple. Some aspects of this are hard but I know good things will come.
(I will be writing a blog post going over the past 7 months of my life. Just not yet. I need some time. Thank you for your patience.)
