Not one, not seven, not three, not twelve, but two, count them, TWO weeks left and then I'll be on my way to Peru.
There's a lot going through my mind currently and I don't even know how to express it all, but I'll try.
This doesn't even feel real right now.
My room is a disaster zone.
So much packing to do.
I wont see my family until Christmas (and that will be over Skype).
I still have to shop for some stuff.
Why are shirts so dang immodest?
Maybe it's my shoulders.
And my general size.
Poo on genetics.
Kidding. Genetics are great, usually. I mean that in general, about people, not me. Though i'm sure mine aren't terrible. Well, I guess I don't know for sure. But I assume... who knows!
Sorry about my use of poo. Do you think that's inappropriate to write? Oh, I don't care.
I feel immensely blessed right now.
There is so much goodness in the world.
Guess who is doing 4 baptisms for family members tomorrow. Me, I know it's so exciting! I've never done family names.
Family history is difficult for my family, because none of the needed documents are here in the US.
My teddy is probably the cutest thing ever.
I still have one great-grandmother who is alive.
The women in my family tend to live prehihitty long.
It's kind of cool hearing family names. If you think about it, if you're alive right now (which you are, if you're reading this) it means that you have ancestors from the beginning of time and like 1402 (unless you were created by a guy named Frankenstein), stuff like that. Kind of trippy thinking about how time has kind of lead up to now and you and me. Crazy. And one day my life will lead to other lives and other generations and I think it's so cool.
I've probably used the word cool enough times in this post, so i'll stop.
I hope I hear about my visa soon.... I'm worried about that.
Everything else has fallen into place quite nicely. Things I was stressed/worried about.
Next sunday is my farewell. What? When did that happen?
Lots to do, prepare, read, climb. Okay, maybe not climb...
I think i'm going to miss music the most. It makes my soul feel alive, of course I can still listen to music, different, only approved music, which I guess still will make my soul feel alive, just in a different way.
And reading, i'll miss that.
In the end though i'm really not giving up much. I get to partake of such a wonderful work and to think of others waaaaay more than myself. I feel blessed to get to do what I do.
Paraphrasing from what a friend said, this work will always continue, with or without me, but for a short time I have the opportunity to help with the work and I am happy to do so.
Two weeks, honey.
And then I'm not gone, but doing.
That last sentence doesn't really make sense, i'm afraid. Oh well, it has captured what I intended it to, in my own words.
With love,
Carolina
This doesn't even feel real right now.
My room is a disaster zone.
So much packing to do.
I wont see my family until Christmas (and that will be over Skype).
I still have to shop for some stuff.
Why are shirts so dang immodest?
Maybe it's my shoulders.
And my general size.
Poo on genetics.
Kidding. Genetics are great, usually. I mean that in general, about people, not me. Though i'm sure mine aren't terrible. Well, I guess I don't know for sure. But I assume... who knows!
Sorry about my use of poo. Do you think that's inappropriate to write? Oh, I don't care.
I feel immensely blessed right now.
There is so much goodness in the world.
Guess who is doing 4 baptisms for family members tomorrow. Me, I know it's so exciting! I've never done family names.
Family history is difficult for my family, because none of the needed documents are here in the US.
My teddy is probably the cutest thing ever.
I still have one great-grandmother who is alive.
The women in my family tend to live prehihitty long.
It's kind of cool hearing family names. If you think about it, if you're alive right now (which you are, if you're reading this) it means that you have ancestors from the beginning of time and like 1402 (unless you were created by a guy named Frankenstein), stuff like that. Kind of trippy thinking about how time has kind of lead up to now and you and me. Crazy. And one day my life will lead to other lives and other generations and I think it's so cool.
I've probably used the word cool enough times in this post, so i'll stop.
I hope I hear about my visa soon.... I'm worried about that.
Everything else has fallen into place quite nicely. Things I was stressed/worried about.
Next sunday is my farewell. What? When did that happen?
Lots to do, prepare, read, climb. Okay, maybe not climb...
I think i'm going to miss music the most. It makes my soul feel alive, of course I can still listen to music, different, only approved music, which I guess still will make my soul feel alive, just in a different way.
And reading, i'll miss that.
In the end though i'm really not giving up much. I get to partake of such a wonderful work and to think of others waaaaay more than myself. I feel blessed to get to do what I do.
Paraphrasing from what a friend said, this work will always continue, with or without me, but for a short time I have the opportunity to help with the work and I am happy to do so.
Two weeks, honey.
And then I'm not gone, but doing.
That last sentence doesn't really make sense, i'm afraid. Oh well, it has captured what I intended it to, in my own words.
With love,
Carolina
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