I traveled back to Richmond, VA this past week for the first time in 14 months! It is crazy to think that it had been over one year since I was last there. So much has happened! But it felt good to be back. It felt like home.
It was a great two weeks relationally. I kicked off my time in the States with a 20-hour stay in Orlando to see my sister and brother-in-law. It was short but so sweet! I love seeing their life there. Thanks for hosting, E and Z! (And Macy, too!)
Then I made it up to RVA. It was a week of fundraising, a weekend of celebrating, and another week of fundraising. Parts definitely felt like a whirlwind, but overall, it was great! It was great to be back in my old apartment - thanks Lauren and Ginny! It was great seeing old friends, walking monument avenue and the streets of the Fan, and eating my favorite foods. I loved reconnecting with people and sharing what the Lord has been up to in me and this ministry this past year! Thanks to all who took the time to connect! I am so grateful for your friendship and your encouragement as I look to two more years in Costa Rica.
There were definitely hard parts being back in the States. I felt like I had one foot in VA and another in Costa Rica...doing life in both places simultaneously. I knew it before, but now I am absolutely convinced that we are not meant to live like that, one foot in and one foot out. There were times when I literally felt like I was doing the splits...one leg in VA, the other in CR, and my body hanging out somewhere in the middle. But this seems to be the reality of my life right now, for better or for worse, until the rest of my budget gets raised.
However, I am grateful to feel like I have a home in two places (arguably 2-5 places, actually). It's kind of weird if I'm being honest. To walk off a plane in RVA feeling like I just arrived at "home" and to board a plane back to Costa Rica and feel like I'm returning "home". Two lives that look incredibly similar yet drastically different. A little hard to reconcile, honestly. And I think it's given me more of a real taste of what life is like for so many of my international school friends. My friends who have to make a new home every two to four years, usually in different countries. My friends who can't answer the question, "Where are you from?" or "Where is home?"
So that's where I am. Trying to sit in that tension a little bit, yet trying to be fully present. That's a little contradictory, but I'm going with it. A classic case of living and being in the "in between" and trying to discover exactly what the Lord has for me in this time of transition.