As most of you know I was planning on taking a relaxing trip to Germany and Croatia after my time at Vejlefjord. I was supposed to meet my parents in Germany and then head to Croatia where I would meet a couple of other missionaries to enjoy a little sunshine and scuba diving before returning home to Seattle. Well, life had different plans.
As I write this post I am sitting in bed wide awake at 4:50 in the morning. And the bed I am sitting in is in my room in Sammamish that I haven't stepped foot in for over 11 months. About a week ago my dad was admitted to the hospital with an infection in his leg. As a result of that the trip to Germany was cancelled and I would stay in Denmark a little longer and go straight to Croatia.
On monday as I was hard at work painting and getting the school ready for next year, I had this unsettling feeling in my stomach. All day there was a little voice in my head that told me, "Jeff you need to go home." That evening I got an email from my mom that she needed to talk to me. We decided that it was best for me to come home now, and cancel my trip to Croatia. So after a little frantic packing I was on a plane on Wednesday morning.
Back in Seattle is a surreal feeling. As I was driving home and to the hospital everything looked familiar, yet it seemed like a foreign country. And don't get me started on how weird it was to drive an automatic car after 11 months of a manual. Your left foot feels like a useless tool, and shifting from P to D is equivalent to a mathematical equation. But, I am happy to be home with my family.
