This past weekend was Easter. My final one with my family for a year. It’s really starting to hit me that I am leaving and won’t be coming home for holidays. Christmas wasn‘t as hard for some reason even though I knew I was leaving then. But Easter it dawned on me after the service, this is it for a whole year I won’t get to hug my dad, tell pointless jokes with him, spend time with my mom and sister on Sunday mornings before church with the kids. I won’t be there to lead the toddler class room where I built relationships with all the kids. I won’t get to see the growth of my Nieces and Nephews for a year. Not even just my family, I won’t get to make endless Spongebob jokes with my best friend and laughing until we can’t breathe. I haven‘t really said any official “goodbyes” to friends and family but I know it’s coming and it scares me a little knowing that everything in the year that I am gone is going to change and when I come home nothing is really going to be the same. I leave in 160 days for 11 months and it still hasn’t really hit me that this is real and it’s really happening and that I am going to live out a dream that I’ve always had and that is to travel and what makes it even better is I am doing it all to glorify the Lord and what his plan for me has been since day one and I cannot wait to start this journey!
