24

So I'm not sure how many of you are avid fans of the show "24"...but I feel like I'm living in an episode.
Not in the sense that I'm surrounded by spies and special agents blowing up things and killing people...but in the sense that the timer at the bottom of the screen is finally ticking- surely enough counting down the T minus 24 hours till takeoff.

I'm in Texas right now, spending a few last days with my Dad and Miss Nancy, tying up my loose ends, making sure everything is in order before I board: making lists and checking them off, writing checks and exchanging money, buying supplies and finding a place to put them.

The packing is just about finished- I sit atop my daybed staring down at my nicely squished Tshirts, teaching supplies and brownie mix, trying to decide where exactly the playdoh rollers are planning on fitting.

Emotions are running rampant and yet everything seems very quiet within the romping grounds of my psyche. I'm excited and hold high expectations, and yet I remain a bit somber at the leaving of my love, my family, and my country. Though I grasp for words of explanation...I got nothing...just an unexpected peace and wide eyes for the adventure before me!

So thank you everyone for your support thus far...my next post will almost positively come from my destination...of THAILAND! yikes!

Prayer for traveling mercies are my primary request these next couple of days. I have a 3 hour flight to Cali tomorrow, followed by a 17 hour one to Bangkok. Pray for happy luggage (the kind that doesn't hop ship around Hawaii), a lack of restlessness, and God's grace and preparedness for what lies outside Phuket's gates!

Love you all!