The craziness is about to begin.

I leave tomorrow morning for Portland with most of my fam. Cami and Ryan are already there; Brent, parents and I will drive down to meet them. After hanging out for a few days, they will leave and I'll meet up with Joyce. We will go to Crystal's wedding and the next day I report to YWAM.

It all seems so fast. After months and months of a slow paced life, I forget that time occasionally speeds up and sends me hurdling towards a particularly fateful day. This feeling is so familiar. It's the same feeling I had in the days leading up to my mission trip to Tibet, or when I first moved to Korea, or when I went off to college, or when I first traversed across the Pacific on my own. Only this time it's weird because I'm only going to Salem. Give me a break. It's not like I'm going to Mars or something...but for some reason I feel like I am. I'm strangely nervous about it. YWAM was always something I talked about doing at some ambiguous point in the future. How is it that the future has suddenly become now?