Home, let me go Home.

Home looks beautiful from inside the café. I look out and see the green field surrounded by brick estates with white trim on the windows. The grey skies have finally let up, allowing the vivid blue to make a welcome appearance. Inside, “The Civil Wars” sing softly in the background, creating a rather pleasant atmosphere as I drink my regular latte. Kaitlin sits in the corner, sipping her mocha. She looks at me and says, “I have a question that may seem weird but it has a reason…”

This is and has been life here in England. Though at times noisy and busy, sometimes it’s exactly like it is right now: warm, bizarre, cozy, and tasty! I love it here, everything about it. From daily tea and biscuit breaks to community meetings where our YWAM England National Leader bellows Scripture from the scaffolding, I have never had such a strange and beautiful time with such strange and beautiful people. 

The future is still foggy, which is why, perhaps, I’m so thrilled to be going home within the week. Though this place has been home to me for the past year and a half, I look forward to seeing family and friends again. I look forward to NO meetings, however much hilarity ensued during them. I’m excited to get a job (never thought I’d say that). And I look forward to seeing God move in my home country, hometown, and in me as well.

I’m also thrilled to eat Ketchup chips (notice CHIPS, not CRISPS), to go to Tim Hortons for an Ice Cap, to drive on the “right” side of the road again, and hopefully, never use an umbrella while I’m home! Here’s hoping and wishing!