My bag is packed, and I am sitting in my uncle’s NYC apartment getting ready to leave for the airport in just a little bit. After one last shower and meal in the US of A, I will be boarding a flight to Ireland and not returning to my home for 11 months. I can’t believe it is that time. For one year, I am following God blindly to be used by Him, to love His people, and to learn what it truly means to be a disciple. After all the tears and goodbyes, it is time to go. For weeks I though I was ready for this, but now that it is time to leave, I am realizing that I could never be “ready” for an experience like this. I have no idea what the next 11 months will bring, but I know I have to go. Goodbye America, hello world!
