Return

So I'm home...and I'm wondering, where did the time go?

As I sat in the Chicago airport during my layover it began to hit me that I was back in America...the lack of sleep from the time change, the information overload of being able to understand every person around me, the food-chomping Americans, the multi-colored clothes and the sweatpants, the news in an understandable language...

And then I was home.

It's kind of overwhelming and I'm struggling with knowing what direction to go in my life, and lots of other things...

and I just don't know if I'm ready to face my life again. I mean, it's wonderful, but still, it's...life.

I guess God just has certain ways he wants me to grow, but goodness it hurts sometimes.