I got back from my second Niños trip a week and a half ago. I went expecting that I would kinda know what to expect from the trip, but it was nothing like I had expected. But so think the thing that surprised me the most was my emotions (or lack of) when I came home. I wasn’t sad like I was the first time, and I think that was because I knew I was coming home to my family. Over the last week, which was my first week home, I was really distant from life. I didn’t want to talk to anyone, mainonevause I know most of those conversations would be surface level, and I was tired of those conversations before they even started. I didn’t want to be around anyone, but I didn’t want to go anywhere either. I pretty much just wanted to sit down and zone out on my phone. I didn’t really know how to cope with being back (I still don’t). I know this won’t be the last time I go down there for a mission trip, but I do know that I need to be better prepared to enter back into life when I get back home.
I want to thank everyone who supported me and my family while I was approaching this trip and while I was on this trip. Even though it wasn’t what I expected, I am glad I got to go and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
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