The End

I am sitting in my flat. All of my bags are packed. My towels and sheets are spinning in the washer. There are just a few dirty dishes left in the sink and some last bags of trash to be taken out. Yet I still can't really wrap my head around the idea that I am going home. But it's true. I am.

I have said goodbye to my students, my teacher friends, my salsa friends, my school. I will say goodbye to my flat and my director today. Tomorrow in Stockholm I will say goodbye to Sarah, and then some odd eight hours later say hello to America and my family. I have cried tears of varying emotions every day this week, this morning, and without a doubt I will shed many more tomorrow.

Making peace with this year is something I have been trying to do for a few weeks, but I am sure this process will continue for many months. I am not the same woman. I do not understand all of who I am or the ways in which I have been changed. But I know that I am done. I am finished with my work here, and I am ready to come home.

I will post here just once more after I am stateside. Then it will be time to move forward and to start thinking about seminary.

So I'm off. To Ostrava to Vienna to Stockholm to Newark to HOME!

Peace,
Colleen