There’s something about the lasts that wrings every emotion in my soul.
Homesick before even leaving home? I’m at the summit of my leaving-home-for-college experience.
It’s my last night in my bedroom. The last night to say goodnight to everyone in my family. We had our last supper together, walked our last trail in home country, and said good-bye to church family—so many things, so many lasts.
Leaving for school has forced me to give my chickens a new home, find ideas for boarding my horse, and is ripping me from my family. At least my brother is going to be there. I’m the epitome of a homebody. These lasts are killing me…
I’ll be home in December. I’m counting the days.
Adventure begins at 10:00 AM tomorrow morning.
Weimar College, I’m coming. God has a purpose. This painful feeling of leaving home for real hurts, but it’s not the last time I’ll be home. I’m just temporarily away.
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| Last Sabbath together as the three Martins |
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| My home |
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| I took my last long ride of the summer |
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| Meet Princess, my Morab mare. Last goofy photo for a long time |
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| My pathetic flower basket... But I'm going to miss watering it! |
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| My room downstairs-- see the curtains? I love this place. Amazing bedroom!! |
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| My former chicken coop. No long full of life. Oh the pain of saying bye to my little birds... |
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| Beautiful sunflowers in the garden |
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| Garden view of the upstairs of my house |
Yeah, this is going to hurt... I hate lasts.
About to start the adventure of life. Please keep praying for me!
About to start the adventure of life. Please keep praying for me!
Aww poor chickies lost their mama. But I'm sure they'll be happy and well taken care of at their new home.
ReplyDeleteWeimar truly is an adventure of life. You will love it, and I guarantee that you will hardly want to leave when the year's over. :)
I'm going to miss you tons!! Keep in touch!
Take courage, Cami! Count the firsts!
ReplyDeleteI'm resonating... (under slightly different circumstances.)
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