Yeah, they totally denied us despite our feeble attempts at the Kuala Phil Harmonic, but hey they had shoes and jackets for just such ragged folks as these. I wasnt wearing socks.
Old news, same life. I’m still alive. My travels continue tirelessly as myself, Stacy and Jon have trekked through translation and the bottom half of china, argued our way through Vietnam, jazzed up for a night in Malaysia and lay sunburnt in Phuket Thailand. My friends are leaving so soon, and I will at last be alone and perhaps begin to feel the effects of leaving the race. I am starting to find myself needing a steady environment, of which I presume upon entering will start to find myself needing of an unsteady environment once again. Every new place I go hopes to bring peace to my travel hunger, but at every stop I look to where I am heading next. My addiction in many ways mirrors my faith. Perhaps I should take some time to admire where I’ve gone and where He’s taken me…
Peace.
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