As things here in Sheffield wind down, I'm seeing the fruit of investing in relationships even when they didn't always feel like they were going anywhere.
This has been one of the most encouraging days I've had in Sheffield, and it's from saying goodbyes. It's funny to me how you sometimes don't realize how you've impacted someone or they've impacted you until you're leaving.
It's weird to say goodbye, knowing that some of these people I will never see again. I talk of coming back to visit and others talk of coming to Texas, and I hope that really will happen. In the meantime, I have to deal with the possibility of that not coming true.
I leave Sheffield on Tuesday, and it's bittersweet.
I'm not ready.
I faced a lot of change to come here, and now I feel as if I'm facing just as much change coming home. I have to find a job, a place to live, and will have new roommates. This sounds familair....maybe because I did this back in January? In a foreign country?
I'm feeling comfortable here, and now I have to go.
I need to process.