Kenya and Counting

Writing is so hard for me when I am exhausted, go figure haha. My Europe updates were so boring but if you have stuck with me this long I promise to be more insightful going forward. I leave for Kenya in two weeks. I am excited for this new adventure and to further my education in something I am very passionate about. However, if I am being honest I am scared quite a bit and to be honest I am not really sure why.

I have done this live abroad thing before, I spent a year in Micronesia for a year and that was by far one of the hardest things that I have done, however I grew, changed, made life long friends and actually flourished. For some reason this feels different. I am on my own this time, I am supposed to be learning and doing assignments and being an asset. I am not sure if I am ready for that. It feels like a lot of pressure. It is Africa and for some reason that just feels so far out of my comfort zone.

I know I am going to look back on this time months from now and laugh at how stupid and naive I was but the reality of right now is that I am not really sure what I am getting into. I feel like I am jumping head first into the great unknown.

God continues to take care of me and he has never let me go somewhere alone. Actually if we are being real, I usually find him more. However,  I can't seem to shake this anxiety. I hate change, I hate going into the unknown. I just have to remember to trust.