The final night in South Africa. How do I feel? Plenty of feelings, but it’s not really so real right now. I’m just sitting along in my room at 10, thinking about going down to check on the Barcelona Madrid game, and then suddenly people came to my room. I want to blog right now, but there’s just way too much going through my head. I’m a mess of emotions at this time, and strangely, few of them are with leaving South Africa. Some of them are leaving friends, some of them are leaving the culture, some of them are missed opportunities, some of them are change. Scared of leaving friends, scared of returning to America, scared of change. Things will never be the way they are right now, and I like the way things are right now.
The only thing I can think is that I’ll need to be intentional next semester about keeping friendships. The people I’ve come to care about this semester are people who I’ll have to keep in my life. And I’ll have to continue in my maturing process this summer.
The only other thing I can think is how annoying it is when soccer players continually flop. It’s really making them look girly.
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