Yep, I just quoted Katy Perry. [I miss my brother.]
I’ve waited eighteen months, and it’s finally here.
For ten months I’ve said the words “I’m going on the World Race” countless times to countless people.
Now, I’m going on the World Race TOMORROW. This is real. It’s happening. To me. After living through other racers’ blogs for a year and a half, it’s MY TURN! (Can you tell I’m trying to convince myself that I’m not dreaming? I probably sound like how all my normal friends feel like the night before their wedding)
Tomorrow I leave America, and with it, my life.
I’ll be back someday, but I won’t be the same.
I don’t know what that will look like yet, but that’s okay; I like surprises. I’m expecting God will be giving me a lot of those over the next eleven months. 🙂
My favorite manager asked me on my last day of work if I was scared to go.
In ways, of course I am. But mostly, not really. Because every time I start to worry, I remember that I’m not going alone in any sense of the word.
I’ve got my friends, my family, and the fantastic people at AIM behind me, my squad around me, my team beside me, and God in front of me.
As long as I’m following him, I have nothing to be scared of.
Peace out USA…
Edit: it’s now 1:12 AM. I’m too excited to sleep, so I’m sitting in the hallway(because my hotel mates are somehow asleep), still laughing at this picture.
