Rubber band

Wow.

I remember the first day I got back to the USA, I was ready to get back home to the DR!

Now, I'm packing to go home tonight.

Wow.

Just as hard as it was the first time I packed up in March. 

Going for a jog to chat with our Papa and, really, to put off what I am packing/not packing.  I hate packing!!!!!!  I really hate packing because I cant take everything!

I dont think I could ever put into words the feelings I have about this process; to really love both places, feel right at home in both places, and the feeling of stretching like a rubber band where I am pretty sure my heart is going to rippppppppppppppp out of my chest.

Hmmm.

I knew coming here for a bit would be hard.  

I told God tonight He picked "a crazy" to do His work in the DR.  He totally agrees.  :) I used different words talking with Papa Dios but that is a better way to put it to post on here.

On a positive note, I got a bunch of documents together from my banks and the police department to get DR residency :)  I can now drive legally in the DR for the next year with my international driver's license (not that i ever want to drive in that madness) and I ordered a few birth certificates online for the residency process.   Wooo hoooo!