This is done now. The 11 in 11 has officially been completed. This was the last of it. The last of spread sheets that only give you vague information as to what you may find yourself doing. No more 6 hour drives to borders, to wait another 3 to cross into the next country, followed by who knows how many more hours of driving to get to the host of the month. This is will be my last time I’ll have to pack Anita (my 60 liter backpack) up, pushing everything down until there is no more down to go. The next babies my arms hold and diapers I change will be those of nieces and babies of friends. I won’t be showering with cold water and beatles crawling on the floor anymore. Malaria, lice, and unsanitary street food won’t be main concerns of mine and I don’t know I can say I will be picking up a pick ax or shovel anytime soon. The primary language spoken around me will return to english. Team times will be irrelevant due to my teammates dispersing back to Missouri, Wyoming, Alabama, Tennessee, and Colorado.
The anticipation I feel is not for the country I will be going to next, but rather to be going back home. And while some of it is me asking the questions like, “What will it be like”, the question I am anticipating the answer to is, “What does He want to do next?” Heck, I have no clue, all I have is reassurance from the Father is that he will be there. In the uncertain and cloudy, He is there. This last year he has remained the only thing constant in my life, and he will be as such even as I return home.
Thank you everyone so much for following me on this amazing, challenging, beautiful journey this last year. Thank you for your prayers, shout outs, financial support, and encouragements. It meant the world to me to know that I had support in this. I love you guys.
Anna Romero
