I am torn between trying to embrace the emotions that come from all the changes (goodbyes, hellos, packing, details of moving, shopping, and keeping two kids secure and happy) and just going into auto-pilot and thinking my emotions can catch up later.
It's strange going to the checkout in a shop buying things like Christmas pudding, activated charcoal, malaria prophylaxis, fig bars and felt pens and thinking, "The lady ringing this up hasn't a clue where this is going".
It's strange to walk down the streets in Oxford and think that in a week most everyone will still be there walking down the same street and you will have, as far as they are concerned, dropped off the face of the earth to a place called "Narnia".
My life is full of many people, countries, houses and homes. It's rich, I have to admit. I feel incredibly privileged to be on this adventure.
But I would never choose it for adventure only. There's too much pain that comes with it for that. I choose it because God chose me first. That says it all. :-)
