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I am starting over tomorrow!

Tomorrow.
Tomorrow is the day I head to Cartago, Costa Rica and spend a month working in an Orphanage. Such a real, scary, and exciting truth. In essence, I'm starting over. Everything. I'm going from familiar, home-ish Costa Rican comfort, to a new family, a new city, a new job, and no gringos. My way of dealing with things is avoidance. I don't want to think about it. I don't want to say goodbye to the family that has become my own. I don't want to leave everything and everyone I have met and poured my heart into the past two and a half months. I'll be back in the States a month from tomorrow. Weird. I don't know what else to say about that other than weird.

I don't really have anything in particular to blog about. I think my brain is too full to try and unpack things here and now. Nicaragua and these past few weeks have been my favorite. They have been full of crazy and exciting stories that I am not planning on sharing with everyone that has access to this blog, but I definitely cannot wait to get home and tell my favorites about them. (:

My birthday here was wonderful. Thank you to all the people in the States and here in the CR that made my day a lot better than I was expecting. I truly am blessed. 

I have absolutely no idea what the next month will consist of. I know I will be working in an orphanage and living with a family with three daughters around the same age as me. My professor here told me to expect a new boyfriend, my tico cousin, that won some sort of singing competition and is pretty famous in the CR.  That's literally all I know. I am hopping on a bus tomorrow morning at 6:30am, finding my way to Cartago, and somehow finding my new "family" out of a crowd of ticos. 

So. Here is to the last month of my incredible journey here. I am praying it's a time of stretching and growing me, as well as a time that is completely English free. Please pray for wisdom for me. This could be a preview of the rest of my life. 

Ohh. and P.S. Thank you to all the wonderful friends that have sent me mail. I don't have an address anymore, but I have loveeeddd getting your letters. Seriously. I do however have a phone number here if you feel like sending me a text and making my day. (: It's not from CR so it won't charge you any monies. 254-304-9605.

Dios les bendiga. (:


My best friend in the whole world came to me in Costa Rica. (:

 My Nicaraguan Family. 

My Costa Rican Family.

My Tica Sister Valeria.

One of my favorites Erin.

Y'all I have wonderful friends.

My 21st Birthday!!

Collin!

My favorites on my birthday!

Blake!

Y'all this was the best moment and hardest day I have had here. Nicaragua. Thank you Alex for the picture!

My sweet grandparents who I miss SO much. (:

Love my friend Tawnie so much. (:

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