Ruined. Completely.
A little over three days ago, British Airways flight number 295 touched down in Chicago, signifying the end of our mission trip to the Czech Republic. My team gathered their bags, said goodbye at the airport, and we all went our separate ways.
It was a pretty rough day for me.
If you know me at all, or have read this blog for any amount of time, it’s no secret that my heart beats for Czech (well really all of Central and Eastern Europe). I talk about it. I dream about it. Apparently even people who don’t know me well at all know that I am passionate about impacting young people in Europe. I live for these trips, feel at home when I’m in Europe…and tend to cry when it’s time to come back to the States.
I have been ruined.