Mom told me that before they execute prisoners they let them pick their last meal. She followed that up with "so wanna tell me some things you want to eat"..... uh I'm pretty sure I'm not dying but sometimes it feels like it.
Every time I turn on Pandora I think "which station am I going to miss the most"
or
this morning I slept in not because I went to bed late or was tired but just to stock up for the next 18 months.
Life will be so drastically different as a missionary it makes me nervous not to know what to expect.
One week.
This is getting so real.
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