notes from the road

One last entry.

I made it home. And being home is so very, very ordinary. I feel like I never left – like 5 whole months of my life didn’t take place. That kind of makes me sad. A lot actually.

Getting back into the swing of things is a little overwhelming. Getting a car, a job, life direction. Bleck.

But I’m trying to focus on the good; one thing I’ve learned is I have a strong tendency to think the grass is always greener on the other side… of the world. Sure, life in the US has a lot more responsibility and stress – but I also have all my friends and family, my church, the ability to get a job that doesn’t require one to pick fruit, scrub toilets, or carry coffee : )

I’m not quite sure if my decision to come back was emotional or God’s leading, irrational or logical, something I’ll regret or embrace.

Being home is giving me the opportunity to look into missions, and that excites me.

I’m so glad for the experiences I’ve had these past 5 months and the friends that I made.

I LOVED my time in New Zealand.

It was definitely a trip of a lifetime.