Well, after nearly six months of trying, I am finally headed back to Boston for a few days. When I return, I’ll have my clothes, my shoes, my Tom Brady calendar, my favorite Bible. I can’t wait.
I leave on Thursday afternoon and will return on Saturday afternoon. I’m fairly certain that 72 hours will be my maximum allowable exposure to Aunt Michelle and mom. I cannot wait to walk the streets that I love so dearly, smell the smells and take in the sights.
I wonder what it will be like to return to the streets with which I was so intimate for such a brief, intense period of my life. I’m sure that returning and leaving after so abbreviated an encounter will be bittersweet.
On a completely different note.
God is working out something in me that I have been…umm…I don’t know whether the appropriate word is avoiding or ignoring. But alas, it has been brought to the forefront of my mind, and I’m going to be writing some things out.
Be afraid. Very afraid.