A Day (un)Like Any Other
So, today is my last full day in Europe. And what a weird last day it is.
What I mean by that is that it has been like any other day, in a sense. I have spent the majority of my time editing in the KAM office. I went to lunch to Ima Vera, where I have gone near to everyday these last few weeks. I got a pizza, like I have every time.
Of course, there were some different things, like the morning van debacle. (Long story short, my dad and I are eternally cursed to have Volkswagen van issues, but to keep buying them for some reason. The clutch/linkage is messed up, so I can't put it in gear. The problem is being solved. Sort of. Nevermind.) Today I am actually handing over a finished project. But still it feels normal.
For now.
When I leave the office, I will not come back here for at least a year, if not more. When I leave Czech tonight I will not come for at least a few months, possibly a year. When I get on the plane tomorrow, I will not see my dog or my house or my country until Christmas. When I finish the last bottle of Raspberry bubble water that I love so much, I will not taste it again for a very long time.
When I say goodbye over these next few days I will not see these people for a long time. These people that have meant so much to me for so many years.
I would not say that this goodbye is more painful than the big one last year. No, last year was tough. This year is... different. For many reasons. For one, I know my destination. I know, much more than last year, at least, what this year holds for me. I know many of the people I will see. I know what life will look like. And I look forward to it.
But I also leave here with an even greater desire to come back. I know that nothing other than God will be able to keep me away for ever. When I talk of my future, the question is not whether I will move to Poland, but what my role there will be.
Knowing that makes leaving/coming home easier. Not easy, but easier. I am excited about this year, and I am not ready to not be here. I am excited to go, but despise the idea of leaving. And listening to sad/epic instrumental music is not helping. But it also feels nice.
My time here is not completely done, though. I still have to figure out how to get a non-working van into a different country. Hah! That's something that most people don't get to say. It doesn't surprise me much though. I'm a Hash. Van problems seem to run in my blood. I wonder if some day I will have as many stories as my Dad. ... Probably not, but I will give him a run for his money!
Please pray for a good last day, and that everything with the van would go smoothly. A really chill flight would be great too. Also, there was a death in the extended family, and it is hitting hard. If you could pray for God's comfort for my cousins, I would really appreciate that! Thanks! //









