There is a moment burned deeply into my memory.
6 women. Holding hands. In grad gowns. Singing one last time together.
It was my college baccalaureate on May 4th, 2007.
The week prior to that was a week of memories, emotions, lost of laughter.
Lots of uncertainty.
It was a four year build up. We were done. Moving on.
It was rough.
I feel pretty similar right now.
Actually?
This is could be worse.
The world race has been 11 months of learning, growing, stretching, story-telling, laughter, heartache, joys, disapointments, moving, traveling, meeting new people, going deeper, creating family, community, life.
Wait…has it really only been 11 months?
Impossible.
I don’t really know where to begin at this point.
Do I start in Ecuador?
That moment where Veracity was shoved out the door of Casablanca with an incorrect map, some sandwiches and Emily making us smile while standing in the wrong bus terminal.
Or do I start at the end and go back?
See what I’ve learned and who I am and trace back to how I got there?
I am new.
Strong.
Changed.
Joyful.
I’m not sure where to begin.
Memories pile out haphazardly as I journal, as I wrote letters to the people who will forever be in my family no matter how many miles part us.
So I am really not saying much right now- but I’m just asking for grace.
I’m tired.
Worn down.
Filled to the brim with memories.
Filled to the brim with sadness that I won’t have people in my life
On the daily. (do you realize how BIG the USA is?)
I’m stoked to see friends and family at home, To sit in restaurants, on couches, on carpet, at Rockharbor.
But still, it hurts. It sucks to leave all of this.
To know that I will have to brush my teeth alone (no it’s really weird).
That Catherine and I won’t have bathroom conversations.
That I will be able to go running without anyone.
I’m a bit of a mess.
I will be a bit of a mess.
But it’s ok.
God is great. Amazing. So Good.
He’s blessed me beyond words.
So all this ramble to say- I love you all. I can’t wait to see people stateside.
Look out for a couple more blogs at least before I touchdown at LAX.
Thank for you being apart of this journey.
