This time instead of going somewhere totally new I will be going home. Home to all the familiarities and comforts I have missed whilst living in Belfast.. sounds great right?
Well yes don't get me wrong I am ready to be home and see my family and friends and animals etc.
But somehow every time I think tomorrow is my last day of work, or I begin to think about packing, I tear up..
Belfast is now not only another city in another country but it is the place I have called home for the past year...
It's the place where I found out who I really was, and were I gained a new found confidence in myself. The place I can just sit and stare at the amazing wonders God has created. The place that baffles me beyond belief and where I find it easier to ask "why not" than try to reason or come up with logic for certain things.
I laugh when I think about the culture here and the people I have met.. the characters I have met in the pubs, the kids on the streets, the people in the shops, people I have lived with, the mums and their kids, the people I work with.
It makes me sad when I realise I can't really share everything I have experienced with people back home.. of course I have my stories, but it doesn't compare to being here and experiencing the language the culture the daily life I live in.
When I look back on the past 13 months I can't believe everything I have done and experienced. Sometimes I feel like I am living in a fairy tale... The book is ending though and it's time to open up a new book.
I am just so thankful for my time here, I never expected to get as much out of this year as I did.
So little by little I pack my stuff and clear out my drawers and think about the time I have had here.
I look forward to my time home and I know that God only has wonderful things in store for me.
