All We Have is Time

I currently sit idlly by as time ticks. This is unreal to me. Just waiting? Do I have nothing going on? Nothing to do? No one to see?

I am sitting in the O'Hare airport here in Chicago awaiting my first flight on my long journey to Argentina. I have not just sat down, and waiting on anything for two hours all summer, which feels like my whole life. Today is Thursday July 18, 2013 and everything is changing. The future is unknown and the past is a blur. The last few weeks that I have failed to maintain the blog have been jam packed with hanging out with people and non-stop life. There is no better way to describe it other than life. JPUSA has been my home this summer and with all of its oddities, weirdos, and loving people, the place really became a home. a place that was familiar, friendly, open and full of people I loved. Last night I had a "Hey, Goodbye" party where we had coffee cake, cookies, and potato salad (staple foods). Other than describing how at home I felt at JPUSA, the next best description of it could only be to have one of you visit for a few days. Meeting just a few of the extraordinarily friendly and welcoming devoted christians can be inspiring.

After being at JPUSA all summer I feel like I am starting a new section of the journey that this blog will follow. My travels to JPUSA, fall semester Buenos Aires, spring semester (Buenos Aires, Argentina or Quito, Ecuador), and then my final travels and backpacking the following summer. 

My anticipation pangs came into full force Tuesday night, and my conversations with friends dwindled into my background thoughts as I realized that I would soon be far away in a place I yet, not know and with new people in a few days. This stage of transition between places feels like a roller coaster. I have been chinking my way to the top day by day and today the ride leveled off at the top, only to sit idly at the top looking at the back of the guys head in front of me. I cannot yet see the plummeting dive that I know is just a few yards away, but I know its coming and it will be quite the drop when it does. The next 20 or so hours of travel will be roughly the same as I catch small glimpses of Argentina as I meet people on the plane and wait patiently to arrive. Who am I kidding I will be dying of agony waiting for the ride to end, I would ask you to pray for patients and saftey but I already know that this most likely wont be posted until I am in Buenos Aires (or find Wifi). Everything is about to change. It all feels intense.

Love and peace,

JD