see ya, Lima

     I’m 24 hours away from leaving on a jet plane from Lima. For real, it’s a Boeing 767. Is this this really happening? I’m not sure how the time went, actually. Slow as the walking pace of Peruvians? Or as fast as the cars on Lima roads? Can it be both? I don’t know how that fourth dimension works. Regardless, my time here has been amazing. I am so incredibly thankful for it. I have learned so much (yes, more than just Spanish), seen much, endured much, loved much, been loved so much.

     I’m ready to be with the people that I love, take hot showers, go barefoot, drive a car, bake cookies on a stone, and eat raw veggies like it’s my job. But, wow. I’ve lived in Peru for four months, and that’s long enough not only to become accustomed, but to look at it as a home. No, there is no place like your own country, as my friend Oscar told me a few nights ago. I agree with that whole-heartedly. But I wouldn’t say I’m ready to leave my family and friends here. I want them all to come to the United States with me! What a blessing it is, to be able to have this experience. God is good, and He is so faithful.

     I haven’t fully processed this transition, and obviously haven’t experienced it yet… so I’ll write more later. Until next time, when I’m in North Carolina J