Sitting at home, in Bath NY, it's hard to imagine that in less than three weeks I will be across the ocean, sitting in the Philippines. Or maybe I will be walking to the jeep, riding through the jungle, hiking to a indigenous village, giving much needed medication, helping people understand sanitation, or maybe I'll be sleeping. Maybe the excitement of a fresh adventure is causing me nervous energy, but I can't seem to sleep right. The confines of my typical American life: Excess Food, Excess Water, Excess Shelter, Excess Entertainment, and Excess Convenience. These all seem to exacerbate my anxiety to leave.
Please do not misread me. I am fully grateful for my upbringing, and exception from "want." I also know that I will dearly miss my family and friends while I am away, and I dolefully admit my "needs" and "wants" are severely confused. Yet, I am hoping that three weeks from now, I will be closer to what I need, and closer to meeting the needs of others: food, water, shelter, sanitation, life-saving medicine, and hope.
Hope...we all need.
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Je prierai pour vous cet été pendant que vous êtes en les Philippines. (Bien sûr, je le ferai en français pendant que je suis à Middlebury).
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