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I have four more hours of waiting in Charles de Gaulle airport before my flight leaves for America.  I wish I could say I am crying because my adventure is over, but the sad emotions have lost to those that are excited to see home.  (Plus, Christmas is around the corner and what is better than that?!)

I don't know where to begin in recapping my travels through France and Europe.  I am more than grateful, and I feel fulfilled in a weird way.  I have this mental checklist in my brain and save for one or two things I've always wanted in life, it's nearly complete.  It's weird to say that at the age of 23, and to be able to look forward to the unknown chapters.  We shall see what that has in store.

May I leave you with one last quote from Eric Ludy that seems to perfectly sum up what I have found to be true in this past season:


“We believe that the true Christian experience is epic and grand, a sort of Jane Austen meets Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings. It’s deeply personal (à la Jane Austen), and yet bigger than any of our minds can fathom (à la Tolkein).”

I'd like to think Paris mourned the day I left

Fin

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