Lesson Learned

This Saturday I will be heading back to States for a few weeks. As much as I am looking forward to seeing my friends and family it would be a lot easier if they would just come here instead and save me the trouble. I find myself thinking that a lot, people ask me if I miss "home" and to that I answer I miss my friends and I miss my family but I do not miss the States. I love waking up each morning not knowing what my day might bring, not knowing what God might have planned for my day, and just living this adventure. I've already warned everyone that I will definitely be crying at the airport, then I get my flight to Atlanta, then a 15 hour layover... awesome. But that in itself will be another adventure, thousands of new friends that I'll be bothering for hours on end. I worry who might have left the homeless building during my time away, and what exactly will be waiting for me when I fly back in January. But I have realized this is where I am supposed to be for now, and I'll just let the pieces fall into place in good time. I am extremely excited for my friend, Caity, to come see all the people who have grown so dear to me and who I talk about all the time, and I plan to convince everyone reading this to come down here to see what exactly it is that I've fallen in love with. Yesterday while at the airport here I found out something about myself that I didn't know I had learned so soon. I purchased a book, only $10. This was the first tangible thing I have purchased for myself since I moved here. As I was handing over the 200 Lempiras I found myself thinking about what that money could be used for and how I didn't "need" this book but someone out there "needed" that money to buy food for the day. I hope I never lose sight of that lesson and I carry it with me wherever my life takes me.