homeless, homeless...

so... we’ve been homeless now for about 3 weeks. it’s a little different. you know, not having a bed, or necessarily knowing what you’re gonna have for the next meal... if you even have one.

granted, we’re not purely homeless. we have our families to house us and take care of us, and yes, even feed us. families are great. they give way too much to their respective members.

for the last few days, we’ve been in rupert with whitney’s parents. this has been the final stage in getting ready to leave. we technically started that last night. yeah... eight hours isn’t near enough time to finalize your life for a year. i’m pretty sure we’re forgetting lots of things.

for one, we just remembered that in the rush and chaos of getting things ready we forgot to address and mail our thank you cards. we’re not sure what we’re gonna do with them at this point. probably take them with us, and mail them home to one of our parents’ places to have the whole lot deposited into a mailbox. seems kinda redundant.

on the plus side, i’m fairly sure we should have all the documentation we need for over there. i think. i’ll no doubt check and re-check a half dozen times between now and when we leave in an hour. paranoia is so totally overrated.

i’m not really sure what i’m feeling right now. i’m anxious, i suppose. a little sad to be leaving the little bit of a life i’ve started building over the last year. and, i guess i’m also feeling a little worried about going back to france. what if i don’t love it as much as i did when i was a missionary? what if some of my experiences from my mission and since have jaded my francophilia and left me barren toward the fecund land i grew to adore?

i suppose i’m just overreacting. i do that a lot. probably too much. i guess i’ll find out soon enough.