There's a small mountain of boxes, bedding, suitcases, and shoes all piled up in my room, waiting to be taken to Azusa. So weird. I remember doing this a year ago, just with way more fear and anxiety about it. :) And bringing all this stuff home in May feels like it was last week. How did a nearly 4-month summer feel so incredibly short?
Its really bittersweet...this whole leaving thing. I'm excited to see friends again, move into an apartment, go to my classes (yes, I'm a total nerd: I love school), be on my own for a bit. But I'm also really sad to leave. It's hard leaving Tyler...again. I have a feeling we won't ever be in the same city until we're married. Haha. And it's hard leaving family/friends. I've seriously had the best summer with them and I hate knowing it's over. But I'll have my car at APU this year, which is nice. I can launch a surprise attack at home whenever I want. :)
I think it'll be a good year. At least I'm praying it will be. I'm beyond excited to go to South Africa next semester but until then, I'm just trusting the Lord has a reason for me to be there. Something big in store for me. We'll just have to wait and see. Which, for the OCD planner in me, I hate not knowing what's coming. But it's something God is definitely teaching me.
To Do: put all my stuff in the car, say goodbye to grandparents and boyfriend, maybe cry a little bit, drive to Azusa. What a day.
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