(my feet hit the Red Square in Moscow... I never have pictures of ME in places, so I take pictures of my FEET in places... I am so odd.)
So...
I am home.
Home from nearly 3 months of never getting quite enough sleep. Home from 3 months of remotely warm showers... living out of bags and plastic boxes... drying off my shampoo each time I finish using it... eating mass produced food... having constantly dirty feet.
I am home.
Home from 3 months of spending time with amazing people who challenged the way I live and the way I think. Home from 3 months of amazing sunsets over lakes, trees, cities, and friends... living in community with people I grew to love... flying for hours and even days on airplanes to far away lands that became my home... experiencing life without ever sitting and relaxing, but always embracing each minute.
I am home.
On one hand it is good to be back with my dog and my bed. It is good to be able to sleep. It is good to be able to eat what I want, when I want it. It is good to be able to be quiet and still.
On the other hand, I miss savoring my few hours of sleep, knowing I had drained every bit of life from the day. I miss sharing meals with people who don't think like I do and challenge my faith. I miss friends new and old that I got to "do life" with this summer.
I won't miss the drama... but I will miss the passion.
I won't miss the exhaustion... but I will miss the anticipation.
I won't miss the unknowns... but I will miss the freedom.
So... I am home. It will take a long time for me to put into words or even into comprehensible thought my experiences of this amazing, exhausting summer.
Today it will be 105 degrees (heat index) in my office. I will sit at my desk and do my work.
Soon enough fall will be here.... and I will fall headfirst into the craziness all over again. This time though, I fall knowing how amazingly blessed I truly am... and aware that there is a great big adventure beyond here... waiting for me to make a decision.
What to do, what to do....
I am home.
Home from nearly 3 months of never getting quite enough sleep. Home from 3 months of remotely warm showers... living out of bags and plastic boxes... drying off my shampoo each time I finish using it... eating mass produced food... having constantly dirty feet.
I am home.
Home from 3 months of spending time with amazing people who challenged the way I live and the way I think. Home from 3 months of amazing sunsets over lakes, trees, cities, and friends... living in community with people I grew to love... flying for hours and even days on airplanes to far away lands that became my home... experiencing life without ever sitting and relaxing, but always embracing each minute.
I am home.
On one hand it is good to be back with my dog and my bed. It is good to be able to sleep. It is good to be able to eat what I want, when I want it. It is good to be able to be quiet and still.
On the other hand, I miss savoring my few hours of sleep, knowing I had drained every bit of life from the day. I miss sharing meals with people who don't think like I do and challenge my faith. I miss friends new and old that I got to "do life" with this summer.
I won't miss the drama... but I will miss the passion.
I won't miss the exhaustion... but I will miss the anticipation.
I won't miss the unknowns... but I will miss the freedom.
So... I am home. It will take a long time for me to put into words or even into comprehensible thought my experiences of this amazing, exhausting summer.
Today it will be 105 degrees (heat index) in my office. I will sit at my desk and do my work.
Soon enough fall will be here.... and I will fall headfirst into the craziness all over again. This time though, I fall knowing how amazingly blessed I truly am... and aware that there is a great big adventure beyond here... waiting for me to make a decision.
What to do, what to do....
(my feet come home to the Sulphur Grove youth house.)
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