So, in two days I will board an airplane and fly for hours and hours, stopping over in London and then eventually planting myself on the continent of Africa. I am speechless over the whole adventure that lies before me. In the meantime, though, I am relishing my moments at home, on summer vacation. I went on a twenty five mile bike ride this morning with Rico, washed laundry, stocked up on cat food for when I am gone and then drove to meet my mom for dinner.
Each trip I have ever taken creates the same sensations for me, a sense of exhilarating adventure and anticipation while at the same time, a feeling of closure, as if I need to have all my ducks in a row. Perhaps it is simply a break from my current chapter as I step on foreign soils in order to write or experience a completely different chapter. I am not certain but I feel homesick before I seven leave.
Nevertheless, I must go. I am compelled. There is no way to stay behind. And so, in the midst of all the preparations I find myself involved with, I think of beautiful dark faces with gleaming white smiles. I envision red dusty roads underneath my feet and multitudes of voices crying out for my attention and the weight of this honor and the joy set before me, beckons me forth..
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