I’m not going to lie. I cried Thanksgiving morning. I missed home. I missed my annual ritual of “helping” my mom bake. I missed beating feet (a St. Michaels tradition). I missed seeing Santa at the end of the Macy’s parade. I missed Kelly’s Cookies. I (somewhat) missed helping my dad get the table ready. I missed having dinner with my family. I missed my post-turkey-nap. I missed Thanksgiving. 

I spent my Thanksgiving in Mozambique. We are working with Project Benjamin – a home dedicated to helping men transition out of orphanages and into the real world after they turn 18. Mainly, we have been planting trees on the property, and doing other odd jobs to help fix the place up. Working with boys who were orphaned at a young age really put things into perspective for me. I have a family to miss. 

I don’t think there has ever been a year in my life that I have had more to be thankful for. I’m thankful for my family and my friends – I am still convinced that they are the best in the world. I’m thankful for my health – something that I have always taken for granted. (One in four children in Mozambique die before the age of 5, and the life expectancy is 40 years old.) I’m thankful for Team Bamboo – some of the best people on earth. I am thankful for all that I have seen and done and learned thus far this year. God’s been good to me.

I am thankful for whoever ends up reading this blog.  I am thankful for the daily encouragements, prayers, financial support and love that I get from back home.  I am also SUPER thankful that I only have $775 left to raise until I am fully funded for my year.  Please keep me in mind over the holidays!  You guys are the best in the world.  LOVE 🙂