Chapter 11:11

I said this was going to be a rendition of my journey though New York, not some travel journal with food reviews. Kind of regret that honestly, cause it's so much easier to write about Halal carts or curry. I don't want to think about, much less write about the fact that LTO ended almost a week ago, and that in a little over two weeks I have to go back to Ontario. But LTO  ended. It didn't feel like the last time I was walking home from class. It didn't feel real that the past 6 weeks of classes were over. The people I got to smile at every morning were suddenly not a part of my day at all anymore. The banquet was fun, we all cleaned up decently. Even the teary goodbyes didn't feel real. These people were my family. I moved into Eric and Kate's apartment. White walls and green things and healthy food. Good people to debrief with. Good books to read. And yet there's that uncomfortable thing in the back of my head telling me to stop lying to myself. There...

Half over. One more blink and I will be packing up, and saying goodbye to the places and people who have become dearer than life to me. I will be driving home, probably crying my eyes out, all mad and grieved that life can't stay happy and safe. I'll probably pout at home for a while, rant about how much I hate the country and how much I miss my city. Eventually I'll get over reverse culture shock and settle down again. So why put myself through that then? Not gonna beat around the cherry tree.  God's doing some pretty cool stuff here. Brooklyn, NY  Last week was rough. There was so much happening at home and other places that was stealing so much brain space. I was exhausted. This week I look back and I'm just in awe at how much the city has changed me. Or maybe it isn't in fact the city. Maybe this is something much more. God is showing me his heart for his people. His people beyond just me and my world. His big plan. His plan for the world. His plan to ...