Packing up
Wow, month 1 is done. Today is my last day in Cote d’Ivoire. I have been living in Africa for a month now. How crazy is that? I have so much packing to do today, but I don’t want to. I just got comfortable being here, and now we have to move. Is this how it will always be this year?
Don’t get me wrong, I am really excited for this next month and I definitely want to go, but I feel like I have hardly been here long enough to be moving already.
This month has been challenging in so many ways, but it has been good.
Ugh, I don’t even want to write this blog. I don’t want to wrap up this month in a pretty little bow. I don’t want it to be done. I never thought it would be this hard.
It’s not like I was doing all the things I love and filling my days with fun. No, this month really was challenging. Street Evangelism is not something I enjoy, but I am no longer afraid of it. Some of the food was strange, but not inedible, and some of it was actually food I often eat at home. Yeah, I would me more comfortable with a different living set up (maybe one with laundry machines??), but I was kind of enjoying it at the same time, it was definitely a fun adventure.
Someone at dinner the other night asked what our life would have looked like this month if we hadn’t come on the World Race… I know exactly what I would have been doing. And I know I would have loved it. I was comfortable before I came on the race, and would only slightly have regretted not going… but I did go, and now that I am here, there is no way I would trade back for my normal life. Not yet.
I still have 10 more months of this. 10 more goodbyes. I have a feeling many will be harder than this one, but this is the first, so it is the hardest so far.
Ghana, here I come.
