A year ago today I stepped onto a plane.
Little did I know how much adventure was in store for me.
and now, I'm planning to step back onto that plane to go back.
I've heard a number of (but not limited to): "You really need to finish school." "You've already been there." "But America is so much better." "It's really unsafe there." "THAT country and THOSE people have so many problems." "What makes you think that you can help them?" "Why don't you stay here to date and get married?" "That is NOT a good idea." "You're crazy."
And I admit, some of them are viable reasons and sometimes I think I'm crazy too. I can usually smile and shake off the negative comments knowing how strongly I feel impressed to return. But lately they have piled up and been discouraging.
For others, but mostly for myself, I thought It would be helpful to quickly explain my reasoning.
I've always known I wanted to travel and help people internationally.
My first opportunity came when I got to go to Ethiopia.
It was the most amazing and hardest experience of my life.
It made me better.
My testimony was strengthened.
It forced me to grow, mature, and see things in a way I didn't know was possible.
I fell in love with the people and culture.
without a long explanation, that is why i'm returning.
to help people I love.
to serve, sweat, laugh, and cry with them.
to make a difference.
to them.
and me.
I'm not going into this naively.
I know what it is like there.
I know the challenges, dangers, and obstacles ahead.
But I also know the joy, happiness, gratification, and purpose it will bring.
and most importantly, I know I need to return.
and I can't wait.
