I sit in the McDonald’s playland with 4 kiddos who just ate ice creamy goodness, pulled on socks and flew up into the plastic tunnels, slides, & obstacles. And although I’m not yet home to Nova Scotia, I’m home.
Driving my sister’s van with her 4 wild ones, buying them ice cream, taking silly selfies, taking hot showers, flushing my toilet paper, drying my clothes, drinking water from the tap, not being stared at because of the lightness of my skin, eating salad, not having to wait my turn to charge my iPod, speaking the same language as people, travelling alone.
People have asked me how it is being home. And it’s NORMAL. Which is WEIRD. I’m not sure if I like it.
Thank you for walking this journey with me. I’ll continue to post and share what the Lord is doing, as I transition home.
