And here we go again.

Don't worry, my phone is on airplane mode. I will write this and save it until it is safe to reconnect to the world.

I am flying to Denver and then to San diego. (for the record I have to pee soooo bad but I have a window seat and a sweet older couple next to me, I don't have the heart to ask them if I may be excused.)

I don't know if I meantioned it or not but I had never planned to live out of a suitcase again after my last tour with invisible children. Just as I was settling in the LRA had a christmas massacre in the Congo and I knew that I had to tell my stories again. I tried to ignore it. But alas, here I am, 4 hours from reuniting with a family that I had never imagined I'd see again. I am excited. I am nervous. I am lost. I have no idea what I will do when I go back home. I need purpose. I am ready for the next step. I hope it is a big one. I hope I have to leap into something I know nothing about. I have no idea what it is yet but after this tour I am going to cowboy up, whatever comes my way I am game for it. Wreck me.

-- Post From My iPhone

26 days till I am back in the wild west.

I am ready to go. I have never felt so out of sync with "home." I don't mean to be a downer but this place is killing me. Wake up, go to school, go to work, go to sleep. Repeat. No room for growth. I feel like all of my friends are doing their own thing and I have to do mine. It doesn't help that all of my friends go to different churches now either. Why is it like that? It's hard to stay connected and grow if you have to do it on your own. San diego can't come soon enough.


-- Post From My iPhone