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I've been avoiding writing anything, here or on paper, because I'm afraid to face my thoughts.it's time to face my thoughts. It's been a huge move-being immersed in a different culture and having to be independent, but it's been so so good. It's so easy to feel as if I'm split in half living in a different country and creating new friendships and family here, when everyone in my former (yet still current) life are back at home in the States. I thought I was ready to teach people about what I know, but in reality, it's been much more like God teaching me, me crying, being confused, falling on my face, and then talking about what God has been teaching me.

My dad died on a beautiful day. I was terrified one day I’d walk downstairs staring at my dad’s unmoving body. It was a beautiful day, the day my dad died. It was a beautiful day, because heaven had gained my dad.