Meet bunny
Bunny is 22.75 years old. Bunny likes snuggling and has enormous thunder thighs. I have been having a heavy internal conflict as to whether or not my dear friend Bunny should go on the World Race with me. After having this debate several items, I’ve decided to write a blog post to prolong the packing process. Instead of mourning the loss of my converses (and potentially Bunny), I’ve decided to go to a coffee shop in attempt to de-stress and blog. Also, I just need to add that as I’m typing this, I’m watching a very large man smoke a cigar on his very tiny moped.
Generally I’m a very low-stress, type B person, but as launch has been approaching, anxiety has been hitting me hard. Anxiety mixed with the sadness is just weird. Having to leave behind people and things that bring me comfort and joy for an entire year is unlike anything I’ve experienced before.
On New Year’s Eve I was able to celebrate with some of my best friends and favorite people on the planet. I actually could not ask for better friends. No one makes me laugh harder than they do. They are incredible, I’m slightly obsessed with them and so so thankful.
However, I also am excited to experience living life with a whole new crew for eleven months. I’m so pumped to be with my team and at the possibility of making Jodi pee her pants from laughing too hard.
The hope of what is to come and the desire for adventure alleviates the stress, anxiety, and sadness. Knowing that I get to experience Jesus and His kingdom in an entirely new way fills me with excitement. Packing for an entire year in one backpack may be a bit of challenge, but I do know that not bringing my favorite backstreet boys shirt will not define this trip. I hope that stripping myself of these comforts will allow me to more clearly see Jesus and more fully experience him.
And yes, I’ve decided to bring Bunny.
