In a few days we will be on a plane traveling to our last country before heading to America. This is when you know it's almost time to go home….
You have had malaria.
You have had typhoid.
You've worn your leggings so much they are now see through.
You secretly already miss your teammates.
Your pillow case/pillow is a different color than it was when you started.
Your sleeping pad has a hole in it.
You've ditched your malaria meds.
7 pm is your bedtime.
Getting another skin fungus doesn't freak you out anymore.
You look forward to travel days so you can “rest”.
Your Bible that was new when you started the race is now covered with dirt, markings, highlights, and sermons you preached.
All you want to do is sleep.
Your threaded anklets and bracelets you started the race with are unraveling and falling apart.
Everything makes you cry.
Seeing spiders the size of your hand is no longer shocking.
You actually start getting tired of peanut butter.
20 people in a 8 person van is normal.
People start asking you what your plans are when you get home.
You have gone through 3 different watches.
You have less than 50% of the things you started the race with.
Your parents ask you what you want your first meal to be when you get back.
You are no longer homesick.
Other peoples bad smells and your own no longer bother you.
Everything you see at the market looks like the perfect gift for someone at home.
Your pack weighs 20 pounds and not 40.
The thought of not living in community and sharing a room with 5 people begins to scare you.
Month 11 here we come!!!!
