<<I don't remember specifically when I wrote this. Probably a few months ago. I just found it. And if you take the time to read it, it will give you a clear expression of the state I had been living in. >>
Some people go abroad for a week. It’s an introduction to
something foreign. Quick and exciting. You get to see the surface and
experience the culture, without much commitment. Like the sample-tables at
Costco. And this makes it fairly fun and enjoyable. Minus the diarrhea because
your digestive system didn’t have time to adjust. (See: every spring break missions trip)
Others drop everything and move. Permanently. They have let
go of one lifestyle and grabbed completely on to another. The day-in-day-out
challenges that make you exhausted and dirty and some people think you are a
crazy person, but to others you are a hero. These people are the ones that have
invested in the Costco-sized jar of pickles, if you will. You only buy it if
you are pretty darn certain you are going to eat all of it. Or die trying. (See: Hudson Taylor, etc.)