Whooooah, that is a corny title.
But really, it’s true.
I just said goodbye to eleven of the best people I know (two still to go) – some I will see again before I head home, some I will see back in Australia, some I’m hoping my path will cross with again this side of heaven.
I feel numb, and slightly in shock, and all alone in this big scary world.
And yet not – I have brothers and sisters that I have made in seven new countries, and I know they would each have my back if ever I needed.
It’s a really bizarre feeling; having completed five months with YWAM, growing exponentially, having lived through so many crazy stories across different countries in such a short time span, never once really having alone time…
And now, I’m in Spain.
Sunday I’ll be in Prague.
Monday week I’ll be back in Morocco.
Three weeks after that, the UK, France, back to the US.
I have different friends and family I’m meeting up with along the way, but I have to do it all on my own now.
No more Zoe or Will to organise bus/train/ferry times, or cooking teams to look after three meals a day, or sisters to cuddle when I wake up in the morning or sing with every time I pick up the ukulele.
It’s strange, having been so independent, then living and relying on a whole group of people 24/7, and now being back on my own two feet again.
I feel unsteady, like I don’t know how to face the world on my own, and in a daze – as it is all happening and spinning around me and I’m just caught up in the current.
It’s cool though.
I’m nervous, but excited to head to an unknown country with my backpack and Jesus.
It’s fun just even being able to say His Name out loud in public again!
Anyhow, I’m off to explore southern Spain for a while.
Work on this tan again for a little, look for my own uke, have my first glass of wine over dinner!