Last minute nerves.
Okay, I’ll be honest. When the political stuff was going down in the Kyrgy I was thinking Jason Bourne kind of stuff. You know, ducking from police, doing crazy jumps over buildings, disarming guns pointed at me point-blank, that sort of thing.
But now I’m sitting at home on my last night. Haven’t packed yet. Only 10 days, nothing big, really, nothing big, but I suddenly feel nervous. Really nervous. Like I don’t want to go nervous. I feel like my faith is super weak, but I’m still going because non-refundable escapades await me. I just hope non-refundable only implies the financial sense.
I hope to bring back good stories. I hope I bring the stories back myself, hah!
Oh man. Man oh man. Have I gotten this complacent? Attached to comfort, safety, security? The next day is unknown to me and it bothers me, a great deal. To the point of being super jittery. Has a predictable, routine lifestyle won out? Does being in control mean that much to me? I have no idea and I have no idea of what to expect.
But nevertheless, here’s to 10 days of who knows what! May God’s name be praised.
