Three and a half weeks.

I spent three and a half weeks last year in Davao, Philippines. During that time I got oriented to the city, studied the language (briefly), made friends, got invovled in a team working with urban poor communities and even helped get a business selling sandals up and running.

I have three and a half weeks left here. Right now, I'm not thinking about setting up a new business, learning a new language or making new friends. I'm thinking about spending time with the friends I've made, I'm thinking about finishing the school year (thank the Lord!), I'm thinking about visiting any places I haven't been to yet and revisiting old favorites, I'm thinking about packing up my things (and in some cases literally packing).

I'm thinking about leaving.

I'm not thinking about entering.

It's funny how the same amount of time can be seen from a different life. If someone were to visit Honduras for three and a half weeks it could be a different life-changing experience. Whereas now, I'm looking at the final three and a half weeks end of normal life here in Honduras. My time in Honduras has been terrific and it has changed my life in many ways, but now it's coming to an end and I know it! And it's hard not to be looking forward to what's next -- my sister's wedding, seeing my family, actually living in the same country as my girlfriend, seeing good friends again.