(This was written on 8/3, but posted on 8/5 due to internet problems)
Here I sit in my apartment for the last night. My suitcases are packed, almost everything ready to go. It feels empty-ish in here. Wait, that is just clean, I forgot. Without stuff strewn about here and there in a typical Stephen fashion, well-you know. Anyway, everything is in the suitcases and I leave at 6:30 AM tomorrow for the airport. I will arrive in Kentucky at around 8:30 PM. What that means is that there is a lot of time in between for me to “be traveling”. Should be awesome. I have a long layover in Atlanta and am hoping to meet up with a friend who lives there. And, my internet is not working…so I don’t know when I will actually post this entry. Maybe after I get home.
But for now I can look out my window at the people cleaning the floors in the McDonald’s next door and think back over this trip. What a lot has happened, beginning all the way back in June. It seems like ages, yet also just like yesterday. The planning trip to tropical Girardot, the first couple meetings with schools, all were so long ago. It was pretty uncomfortable during those first few meetings, figuring out how to say what I needed to in the right way, especially with my limited vocabulary. But discomfort notwithstanding, God was there. I remember how He led me daily and helped me figure out what approach to take with each group. He taught me so much, if I can just remember it. Well, it turned into a whirlwind getting through the camp, and then wound down slowly over the last 3 weeks. It began to sink in as I said goodbyes to the different regular groups over the last few days. Then Friday, yesterday, today, seeing the staff for the last time until we see each other again. Wait…that doesn’t sound very important?!!
Well anyway, it all came down to it tonight, hanging out with Hugo. We chatted about all kinds of cool stuff while eating…OK mother, you likely don’t want to read this next part. The rest of you will probably want to publish it in the newspaper…eating…
…A whole roasted chicken. Well, almost whole. We left one of the wings because we were afraid that eating it might prevent us from being capable of walking out of the restaurant. So now, I am going to go to bed. I am going to sleep until 5:30 AM. Then I will get ready to hit the road for home. Wait--perhaps I should say the sky for home. One way or the other, I will be there in about 21.5 hours, and I have one word to say regarding that topic. Awesomationismly!
See you all soon,
In Truth,
Stephen
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