We've been counting down for weeks, and the chain is down to 11 links. Time seems to be standing still, yet the weeks go by quickly. Now that doesn't make sense, but it's true. Little by little, I've been clearing the walls, packing boxes, weeding out junk. I'm torn. We all want to go home so bad. Responsibilities await. But part of me is filled with guilt for leaving Jared down here alone for the 3 weeks following Thanksgiving. That's the biggest con of leaving now.
Over the past 3 weeks, I've gotten to know our neighbor girl who lives on the second floor across the sidewalk. Giovanna's a girl from Colombia who speaks very broken English. She just had a baby girl three months ago. What she said the other day made me realize the second biggest con of leaving. "We just find a gut neighbor, and here you will have to leave." Jared and I knew this would happen; we knew relationships would just be beginning as we had to leave.
And the one con that has us humbled the most is the fact that our San Angelo church people put time and effort into loving us and investing in us. At times I'm sure it seemed pointless for them. What would they get out of it? Eternal rewards. So it wasn't all for nothing.
Despite the cons, we ARE looking forward to:
- seeing you
- returning to "normal" life, whatever that is
- listening to Casey's sermons in person and being a physical part of our church, rather than just hearing the laughter, good times, and trains through an mp3 file
- chopping wood
- seeing Lucy, as annoying as she can be
- doing chores
- having the freedom to walk outside where there are endless possibilities of things to do. I guess there are endless possibilities outside our front door here too, but they're not the same.
- not having to listen to "I wanna go home!" several times a day now. (We've resorted to telling the kids to hop on their trikes and bikes and start out. We'll catch up with them in a few days.)
The list could go on, but I've got some things to put in the blue tubs.
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