I sit and watch the sun rise over the town to the east. There are too many songs running through my heart to share. Just the other day, we spent our last day off in town and I felt surprisingly emotional about it. We’ll be back once more this week for a team dinner, but still. The lasts have started again.
The last day of kids camp.
The last day on baby goat feeding duty.
The last adventure day to sight-see in Albania.
The last time I wash dozens of dishes.
The last, the last, the last.
And still there are firsts. The first day I got up early enough to be waiting as the sun crests the mountains. The firsts of learning new cards games, new Albanian words, new things about myself and my teammates. There have been plenty of firsts doing manual labor on the farm this week, where every day is different. So far, I’ve swept cobwebs off a ceiling, sorted baby clothes, and learned to whitewash walls. Some of my teammates also had the joy of mucking out the goats’ stalls or digging up bushes.
I had made my peace with all the lasts from home, and look forward to the excitements of all the firsts the World Race will offer. But I’m starting to think that I’ll increasingly need to lean on God’s peace to be able to say goodbye to so many people and places over the next 10 months.
See you on Sunday, Romania!
