The Untitled One

It is March 21, at 7:51pm here, meaning that it is 9:51pm in Canada. I am on week three. I am on my last week of working at the orphanage. After friday, I will have 10 days without a placement, everyone will be back from theres, we will have about 20 something people here in this one house, and I am still not sure as to what we will do then. There has been talk of working on the YWAM base for 8 days, then going to the cayes for 2, but like I said, we don't know... this is premature information. I have overcome my homesickness and can proudly say that I am really glad I am here. A part of me feels that this time will go by so fast, but another says that this is still 3 months (although I am almost already done one). I am looking forward to having my family come down, I know my mom will be useful, probably help sew, and Angie will just be hilarious to hang out with. That will be March 22 I believe that they are coming, and for a whole 2 weeks. By the time they have come, I will be done my second placement, and once they leave I will only have 3 weeks left. Wow. That is crazy, it will go by so fast, hopefully. Every day seems slow, but I am always surprised when the weekend is upon me. I am loving it here.. not gonna lie. Yesterday, Rick (Mr. Shmit) was talking in the devotions about returning home and how that will feel since we have a team member going home. He was supposed to be on the Hamilton Peru mission trip, but he was too sick to go, so he came on ours for 3 weeks. Anyways, Mr. Shmit was talking about how when we return, there will probably be a sense of loneliness, since we will be surrounded by people who haven't shared the same experiences as me. They won't miss Belize, they won't understand. He was talking about how we will be sucked back into the pace of Canada, and how at first it will be really stressful, and the time when I am not in the canadian pace will be hard. Things like that make me not want to return home. I really wish I could bring those that I miss here. Sometimes I feel the greatest gift would be to live here, and just move my friends and family here. But then I begin to miss some of my comforts that I don't have here. For example, pizza, hamburgers, french fries (yea I know... I like food, Angie knows what I am talking about... planning what you will eat each meal.. getting excited for it.. guess thats just us). Anyways, I think a great blessing when I return will be my bed. I'm odd I admit it, I kinda miss my bed. When I was homesick, I would always think of all that I'm missing out on, but if you think about it, once I return, I will enjoy everything again for however long, then I will get bored again, and will probably want to go back. Although, I do miss you guys, very often I find myself picturing the airport in Buffalo, landing, seeing everyone. Peace