Here I go.

Here's the plan: Thursday morning I hop on an airplane. After hours and hours, dinner, and a show, some passport stamping, and a little chit-chat, I will be home. (well, hopefully). Finally. For the first time in a year. Right now I am still chilling in Wheaton, getting in some last minute hang out time with people and, as a friend said, "remembering what being human feels like." I am beyond stoked to be going home, although I'm a little on edge, because I don't know exactly what to expect. What has changed since the triple-disaster hit my home in March? What can I do to help? How will I live this Summer for the glory of God? Well, one thing is for sure. It'll be an adventure. So here I go.