Laundry Day...

...is a very dangerous day. Props to whoever knows what that is from. I finally decided to do laundry today. The couple pairs of socks I brought were getting kinda bad, and my poor pair of boxers... Anyway, I realized that while I am here I will probably only do laundry 4 more times before I go home. Maybe 3 times if I play my cards right. At first that made me aware of how soon I will be coming home. I am excited to come home eventually, but I will be sad to leave here. It is a bittersweet realization, but out here I realize how lucky I am that I miss home. Shortly after this realization I was thinking about how much I have learned, how many friends I have met, and how my relationship with God has grown with relative leaps and bounds. If the trend continues, the amount God has left out here for me this summer blows my mind. Not to mention all the cool stuff left to do here such as climbing through a cave by the name of Old Man Mountain, which I will be doing tonight.

P.S. My boss' son is back safely, and the news that he was missing was simply a result of some miscommunication. Thanks for your prayers.