This is that time when I tell you all that I’m safely home in Missouri, I miss Greece but am thankful for this place with family. It’s true, but at the moment I’m just sitting in my house a bit overwhelmed by life.
I’m thankful that we caught all of our flights, even with some short layovers.
I’m thankful for the conversations I had with people in each airport and plane.
I’m thankful for my family’s welcoming attitude. I came home to signs and cookies and a family that just wanted to be there for me.
I’m thankful that my luggage came safely, and the breakable things I brought back made it here successfully.
I’m thankful that I can use my phone again and in minutes hear the voices of those I love in the states, even if I’m not with them right now.
I’m thankful that I can use Spotify again, and be filled up with words of worship to my King.
I’m overwhelmed by the list of things to do before I go back to school in 11 days, beginning with unpacking and a shower. All the little things together start to feel weighty.
I’m overwhelmed by the fact that I won’t have fruit as fresh as that in Greece for a long time (most likely, anyway).
I’m overwhelmed by the fact that I said goodbye to so many close to my heart in the last week and don’t when, if ever, I’ll see them again.
I’m overwhelmed. I’m thankful.