Three. Three classes left. Three days until I quit my job. Three weeks left in this country. What a strange feeling, but not an unwelcome one. Three weeks, and there is so much to be done. Went on a windy walk by the river yesterday, and everything was flushed green. All at once. It's beautiful out there. Dappled sunlight and swaying branches. This time in my life, I am on the cusp of newness, of wildness and adventure. So full of hope that it makes my chest ache. I never knew that was possible, but here I am telling you that it is. Three weeks and I will be changed and broken and built back up again. It will be hard. This I know. People press folded bills in my hand,  for your trip, and my eyes brim.  I am not deserving. But here I am, and it's not about me. I am part of something far greater than myself. I run my fingers over the tiny cross settled just beneath my collarbones.  This is why I am here.

Alternate post: LIFE IS REALLY EXCITING AND I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS RIGHT NOW BUT MOSTLY I'M JUST SO HAPPY

So there's that.