It’s weird to think about this being over. I feel like I just got to Paraguay, and now I’m sitting in Peru waiting for a delayed flight (that might delay my arrival in the US), and it’s all behind me. Obviously I’m not done with Paraguay, but it’s crazy to think it’s been 14 months and some change since I got there. It’s as intertwined in my life as Richmond is now. And it’s probably going to stay that way.
I don’t like goodbyes. Partly because I don’t like saying the same thing over and over again, and partly because I don’t usually know what to say. I didn’t “officially” say goodbye to many people on Saturday night. A few key players (pastors, really close friends, my in-laws) and I was done. As I walked from church for the last time on my trip, I couldn’t help but imagine some of that sitcom music for tender moments.
It’s not really goodbye. It’s “see you later.” I will see them later, if the Lord tarries. My esposa is there. Leaving her yesterday was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. If I felt I could have managed it, I would have stayed with her until Gustavo came to take me to the airport. I hope this year flies by.
Well, I just say the pilots show up, so I’m gonna head out for now. See you later.
-j
I'm Jason, and I like to write.