18 days. Has it only been 18 days? On August 19th, I tearfully drove down the gravel road away from my childhood home and toward a year of unknowns. I drove ten straight hours to Little Rock; stopping only for gas and one unfortunate coffee spill. I met my site coordinator and the two other… Continue reading Here I am (in Little Rock, AR).
So much to do in so little time. My main priority is spending time with loved ones. Visits will be sparse during my YAV year so the next 54 days are going to be filled with people. And planning. And praying. Also, let's not forget the packing (on the last day possible).