1 month and 15 days
That's how long it's been since I boarded my flight in Turkey
That's how long I've been "home" (whatever home means)
I've heard horror stories of re-entry
You know the ones I'm talking about
Where you, "walk into Walmart for cereal and have an emotional break down"
Or despite having your full wardrobe at disposal, "wear your Race clothes for another 2 months"
On that 14 hr flight home, I contemplated what my life would look like
Would I be a Jesus hippie
Would my friends understand me
Would I go back to youth ministry
Will my nieces look the same
Has church changed
I had scenarios of what re-entry might look like
Lunch dates
Outreach
Starbucks dates
Rest
Lots of time with my nieces
The simple life
Emotional break downs
Lots of sleep
Tears
conversations
More break downs
Missing my Lego family
What re-entry really looked like
Moving back home
Family dinners
Time with my nieces
1 movie
1 lunch date
Lots of moments spent missing my Lego girls (Code, Rollie, Emi lou, Mel, Liz)
A lot of redbox movies
Chic fil'a
Starbucks dates with myself
Work (after week 2)
No freak outs at Walmart.
I didn't wear my race clothes for the last month and a half.
I didn't cry when I saw my best friend.
People haven't bombarded me with questions.
In reality, it's almost scary how normal life seems.
Sometimes when we're out on the field it seems like time stops.
It doesnt.
The world keeps moving.
When we come home, the world doesn't stop.
It doesn't do a rewind.
Instead, it's our job to readjust.
For some people this may take 2 days, 2 weeks, or even 2 months.
There is no perfect formula for re-entry.
You just have to kinda jump back into life.
I survived re-entry.
I am still intact.
