Thought in an airport

Airports are such strange cells
Everyone I pass looks like someone
I know. In transit, in limbo,
You never really sleep, never really wake
But wait, wait, wait, to find
What's on the other side of the ocean.

...

I want to take it one day at a time. I'm really nervous. There's so much unknown. Where will we live, how will we eat, what if I'm a terrible teacher and have no friends?? This is what I do - play the worst case scenario over and over in the hopes that I might be pleasantly surprised.

Packing was the worst - our apartment and our suitcases. Endless trips and reevaluating. We concluded with 5 checked bags... Pretty good for 2 people for a year, but they still charged an arm and a leg.

Goodbyes got increasingly more difficult as our numbered days dwindled... Til only family was left. My sleepy-eyed sister in her bedroom doorway, long hugs from a teary- eyed mother, and a peppy father, planting a kiss on my cheek.

We will make the most. We will learn and grow and have stories to tell. We will try to love like Him, and we'll be practically forced to rely on Him... and I think those are all inevitably good things. I'll try to think on those.