Dude i’m tired.
Like really tired.
To the point where I am freaking blahhh.
Dragging. Pure exhaustion.
Let me sum up this exhaustion.
We have been living out of a backback for TEN months now.
That’s a freakishly long time.
We can be summed up as those weird backpackers who will do whatever you tell them to do.
Rake the forest? alright.
Preach on the street? okie dokie.
Love on these orphans? cool.
Sing us a song? Let’s.
Build a house? We’re on it.
Teach English? mhm we know English.
Hang out in bars? donezo.
Hold these babies? here we go.
Play with these street boys? Absolutely.
Take an off day? we don’t know how anymore.
YES we know how to sleep… but I have no idea how to shut my brain off.
I feel like I am constantly watching my back. or my purse. or my teammates backs & purses.
It’s exhausting being out of your comfort zone and its
just now catching up with me.
About time eh? Month 11. I am finally a mess.
I cry in an instant.
I can’t believe this thing is just about over.
I am SO ready to be done…
but Im so scared that I haven’t changed the way people expect me to.
I feel like the same old same old.
I know I’m not but thats how I feel.
I feel inadequate.
I have no idea what I am going to say when 500 people ask me “how was your year?”
Dude I don’t know. It was long? it was brilliant? it was hard? it was beautiful?
Dude I don’t know. It was long? it was brilliant? it was hard? it was beautiful?
It was _______ (fill in the blank… it was that.)
The past 4 days we traveled from Australia to Malaysia.
Caught a ride from Kybrook North Territory Australia to Darwin.
Got on an 5 hour airplane to Singapore..
where we slept in the airport and got AK47’s pointed at us because we were “not allowed there”
woke up walked for a mile with our extremely heavy backpacks where we barely caught a 6 hour bus to
Kuala Lumpur Malaysia
where we got on two trains and a taxi to catch our
next overnight bus for 7 hours
where we arrived at our contacts only to get on a train to another part of Malaysia.
That’s where we are now.
So, we’re tired.
And ready for home we think…
but trying to still blow up being where we are.
It’s hard… but the Lord is good.
My spirit is willing but my flesh is weak.
Me and the team did a little game on travel day…. these are anonymous because.. well you’ll see.
You know it’s time to go home when:
“You collapse in front of a convenient store crying after carrying your pack for miles and miles”
“When you take a shower with the bidet.”
“When junk food is your diet for 4 days straight.”
“When your leggings have been worn so long you can see through them.”
“When you hate everyone.”
“When you don’t even care if you have toilet paper anymore”
“When your leg hair is longer than 2 inches”
“When you don’t talk to your 40 best friends on travel days.”
“When your body is here and your mind is not.”
“When you look forward to a night in the airport on the floor.”
“When you think McDonalds in a nice meal.”
“When you daydream of home.”
“When finding a Chilis in the Malaysia mall makes you weep.”
“When people stop emailing you back because you’ll be home soon”
“When you wish the bus ride was longer so you can sit in the AC”
” When you have kankles for 4 days after travel.”
“When you swipe your card without even knowing what the exchange rate is.”
“When you are too sweaty to go to the bathroom.”
“When you can’t even think straight”
“When you are a zombie”
“when you have $92 to your name.”
“When you dramatically sob to your parents via skype”
“When you have nothing left to talk about during team time”
“When you have loved as many people around the world as possible”
“when showering every 5 days is normal”
“When you have written out a calender in your journal of days til we are home”
“When you have told your mom what you want your first meal to be.”
“When you sleep or cry in an instant.”
“When you have loved as many people around the world as possible”
“when showering every 5 days is normal”
“When you have written out a calender in your journal of days til we are home”
“When you have told your mom what you want your first meal to be.”
“When you sleep or cry in an instant.”
It could go on and on but you got the drift.
Keep us in your prayers the next 25 days… we need to hella bad 🙂
