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Restless.

Tuesday 25 October 2011

Today I feel restless and unsettled. I don’t know why exactly today, but I suppose it’s coz it’s a day where I’m doing stuff on base more than being out and about, and after almost a week of people around me constantly it’s strange to not have that same intensity and pace.

Restless. Trying to get my head around the fact that I leave in 10 days and there are still a few people I’d like to see and a few things I’d like to do, yet feeling unable to really plan and know what is going to happen. Seems like there are always so many variables in the mix and so many factors to take into account. It’s a tad complicated for me. But then I know that in the end everything will work out.

Restless. Because I realize that soon I will truly have to set my focus on what lies ahead and start to think about what I’m going to be doing in Amsterdam and in the midst of that realization knowing that I really don’t feel equipped, yet confident that God is able. Always able!

Restless. Tomorrow I was going to the community, but it got cancelled and so I suddenly have the day freed up. So do I take the opportunity to get the bus into town in the afternoon or do I just hang around here? I think I know what I’ll do, but sometimes I wish life didn’t consist of quite so many decisions to make. Tomorrow evening we also have the graduation for the night school which should be nice.

Restless. Today I feel restless. And a little bit lost in the big world we live in.

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