Wednesday, I went with Elizabeth's family to drop her off at the Missionary Training Center. She will spend 9 weeks there, learning how to teach and learning the language and culture before she departs for Indonesia.
As we dropped her off there was this intense energy that radiated about the enter place. There were families saying bittersweet goodbyes, missionaries wandering around in between classes, or headed to a field in their work-out clothes, old men directing traffic, and an old lady hurrying us along.
And despite the craziness, it was all very organized.
It also really reminded me of the first day of school. Whenever you go to a new school, you never know exactly what to expect. You have some idea, based on what people tell you, but as each of us are individuals, we will all have unique experiences in whatever we do.
We're constantly taking ourselves to new places and new things where we can't know what to expect. Each new place we live, each new class, each new person we meet, will change our lives in some way.
I find that wonderfully exciting.
The world is full of possibilities.
that is, if i don't die of swine flu, in the next couple days.
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