The hardest part of stepping out in faith to move our family to Nepal isn’t the unknown, or the logistics, or the fear of the what ifs. The hardest part, for us, are the goodbyes.
We have a home here. Roots. Early in our married life, when Christopher was climbing the newspaper food chain one story at a time, we moved. We moved a lot. My Mamaw joked that our phone number was always written in pencil in her book. That was a wise choice; we didn’t stay anywhere too long. Life was always an adventure of finding new parks for the kids, meeting new friends, discovering new bagel shops.