Well, it's real. It's really, really real. We fit everything into two suitcases, one carry-on, one computer bag, and a wee little purse (slash-proof even!).
I feel so...happy. And sad. And queasy. Weird. Stressed. Excited. Terrified.
And this is the easy part! Some missionaries used to go on boats for three months just to get to their destinations, and there was no such thing as Skype. I am grateful that Spain has that beautiful thing called the internet, and even moreso, that it is full of people who will help me figure out what in the world I'm doing once I step off the plane.
All right, States. You've been good to me.
All right, Lord. You've been good to me.
Here we go.