Home is a little over a month away.
I'm going to be honest and say I am kind of freaked out by it.
Home…
Home for me has been my backpack for the past 10 months.
It's been foreign countries where I never understand the conversations that are going on around me.
I haven't processed it yet that ….
I haven't spent one day alone in 300 days.
I will live in air conditioning.
I won't be served rice for every meal.
I don't know what I'm going to do with my life when I get home.
I will be able to understand what people are saying around me.
I won't be able to grab fruit off trees to eat for a snack.
I wont have to ask the person next to me to check and see if I have lice.
I won't need a translator at church.
I will come home to a closet full of clean clothes.
I will sleep in a room without animals and bugs crawling on me.
I won't be packing up and leaving every month.
I won't have to use a computer to communicate with my family.
It won't be normal anymore to go a week without washing my hair.
I won't have to hand wash my clothes or hang them to dry.
I will no longer carry deet with me everywhere I go.
I will be that annoying person who says, “one time in Africa…”
I will be able to get in my car and drive.
Roosters, geese, cows, and goats will no longer be the first thing I hear in the morning.
Everywhere I go will have a toilet instead of a squatty potty.
I will get to stay up late talking to my sister in person 🙂
I haven't processed it yet that the people I have been around EVERYDAY for the past year, the ones who experienced this crazy journey with me, the ones who are able to relate to my stories will be miles and miles away from me.
So, what does processing even look like?
One thing that scares me is that when I get home I will have to try my best to explain the craziness that has taken place over the past 11 months to my friends and family when I've yet to comprehend so much of it.
I'm open to suggestions but who knows maybe my processing will look like doing what I always used to do and sit at Starbucks with my green tea latte, journal, and pen and just write.
