As I reorganized my duffel, bold thoughts entered in.
I had my passport, license, debit card, unnecessary gift cards that I’ve been saving, clothing, my Bible, journal, and Dr. Zhivago for entertainment.
The possibility to go elsewhere, than home.
I was so near to international waters. It would be so easy——perhaps, but my mind believed that I could handle it with God’s guidance.
Glancing at my unnecessary- of-mobile-communication-technology… My parents would be supportive.. perhaps…. They would need to adjust to the idea for some time… But then I had three days until my returning flight.
Three days before I return to my second semester at a community college, wonderful friends, most of my loving family, and far too much comfort for habit.
But where on earth would I go. Seriously.
I was willing for my plans to be skewed… Yet here I am, typing away as I wait to go to the grocery store with my lovely sister and adorable nephew.
Opportunity’s afloat, yet stationary it lays… lazily among the tarnish and debris.
