On One Hand

It’s not like it’s unusual – every surface of my room being covered in clothes, books, bags, photos, papers and stuff. But this is one of those unique times when all that disorder serves a purpose.

I’m packing.

Firstly, I have the kids’ camp tomorrow. Four days, 185 kids, 15 youth leaders, 30 parents and 9 YWAM staff… and did I mention 185 kids?

I’m packing for that.

But as I go, I am also sorting out what clothes I am going to give to whom when I leave, what I’m bringing back to Australia and what I already have in Perth that I have to ask mum to bring over for the two weeks in Adelaide.

Brain hurty much?

We’ve hit the final straights. I can count the number of days left in Iquitos on one hand. Every night that I go to sleep on the top bunk, looking out over the lights of Iquitos, I try to imprint the sensation into my mind.

I’m a bit sick again right now, but with the vision of being in Australia soon, it’s not anything that I can’t handle.

See ya on Monday!

(if I’m still alive)

Peace,

Kerryn.

It can't be classed as messy if it's only temporary... right?

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