13 days – that’s the time I have left here in the states before I embark on my euro-journey. 13 days to make sure I have everything together, 13 days to say my “see-you-laters” and cry my eyes out, 13 days to live with my sweet Texans, 13 days to go to Fairfield whenever I want, 13 days to eat Orange Leaf (fro-yo…please…Agnes…?).
And then, in 13 days, I will board a plane to London with my hilarious maternal grandmother to spend some time on those drizzly streets before hopping on another plane to Athens, and then a boat to Paros. I’ve been on my school’s website for the past hour and my soul is literally wrenching out of my body at the beauty of this place. Take a look:
Seriously!? Can you believe this?! My brain/heart is exploding! I get to paint and write and pray and rejoice here, people!
But my heart is heavy to leave sweet little Oxford, my home and my life. It’s such an interesting thing, going on a trip. I think I would go on more if going someplace didn’t mean leaving another. If only the latter could come with me. But I suppose what I bring back is more precious (and more willed by God) than my remaining here in O-H… (anyone?)
As I look and pray forward in the next days and hours and moments, my spirit and my body are tired from the push and pull of worry and excitement. My eyes and heart are heavy, and yet I’m eagerly making lists and eyeballing my wardrobe, deciding which shoes are absolutely necessary. I’m feeling conflicted and it’s exhausting, but I’m finding peace in the constant and unchanging gospel of Jesus. Without it, I fear I might go mad – but it’s here, and it’s there, and in me and in Paros and I believe it fully and rejoice fully and expect fully.
So here we go. 13 more days!