This was it, after a rushed packing, and piles of stress, we were here. My father and I are missionaries, we travel allot, my dad has done more traveling with my mother. I realized something from all the traveling, that letting go and hurting are all part of it, but nothing is permanent. Nothing really is ever going to stay the same except God. But there’s still joy and love and passion in all of it. There’s always a good side to the bad things. Now, here I was dazed by the sudden change of weather and atmosphere. Luckily, we arrived the first week of April, which gave us a two week break to adjust. John, was in charge of us, he was the one who would guide us throughout the town and our new apartment. John took some suitcases and started to pack up everything into the trunk. Smiling he turned to me and asked me a question, “How do you find the weather?” Returning the question with a smile I spoke, “Its cold.” He laughed at my comment and proceeded to shut the trunk o...
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