Stickywrites

So here we are, on the eve of our departure, and I am staring listlessly at my 3 open suitcases, empty and silent.  I wish suitcases could speak – to tell me how I am supposed to fit all of this stuff – which has been spewed all over this room the last 2 weeks – into 3 tiny compartments for my life these next 2 years.  I know they are just things.  But I cannot leave anything behind here in Dallas – no i’s undotted or t’s uncrossed – no spare old tennis shoes to leave behind because they can’t fit.  Everything must go. You’d think we would have started the paking process sooner than now, but since we have been running around so crazy these last four days we have had in Dallas, there has been so much to do and no time to sit and pack.

I also just made my last batch of guacamole with Katherine – probably my last for awhile, and found myself getting a tad sentimental with each guacamole-laden Tostito I popped in my mouth.

Nothing profound to say.  Just that I know nothing is going to hit me – that I won’t see friends and family for quite awhile, that Im starting a new job, in a new home, in a new city, a new country, with a new language, with new friends, new co-workers, all in a new culture – until I have landed in Bangkok this Saturday and am overwhelmed with all these ‘news’.

Ta ta until we have our apartment somewhat set up and can keep everyone updated from the field.  Please pray for us during this major transition and adjustment stage – it’s going to be very overwhelming and I know we will be in a fog of jetlag, nervous excitement and weariness.  We will begin language school as soon as we can get our schedule set up with a tutor, so please pray for that as well.