You know how every once in a while you get little surprises that freeze time for only a moment, then you are able to go back to your normal routine no problem? Little surprises don’t exist in my life anymore. I don’t even know what to call my type of surprises because they can be extremely exciting and horrifying all at the same time. What on earth do you call something like that?? I don’t know what it is about myself that cannot let go of planning my every move out years at a time. Why can’t I be content with living like 90% of the world…day to day. It’s in my DNA to be stable, but it’s stretched to the limit these days because I’ve been put in countless crazy surprise situations. It’s a great growing experience. Sorry I don’t mean to ramble on and on and not tell you whats happening.
I’m moving…yet again for the 8th time in 3 years. No biggy for some of my readers I’m sure, but I’m the person that grew up in the same house her entire life. My parents are extremely stable people. We hardly even left the house to go on vacations. Our vacations consisted of being lazy at the house. Or going out to eat at a nice Korean restaurant in town. Sure I wanted to travel, but not as much as some people dream to. I’m just really blessed to have the opportunities to travel and meet incredible people along the way.
Right this very minute I’m moving my stuff from Thailand back to Cambodia, but instead of living in Siem Reap my job has decided to relocate me to Phnom Penh. I was not expecting this announcement at all. It really took the wind out of me when I found out. I remember exactly where I was when I heard the news. It was as if all my senses were on overdrive and the room went in slow motion. I think my brain was already beyond stressed and overwhelmed with information because we were previously told we were being moved back to the States to majorly help in the office. It was a total 180 in every way possible for me to understand what was going on.
So, now here I’m about to leave the hotel to find a house in Cambodia in the next few minutes. My head is starting to be on straight again..I think. I’m praying so hard that God will provide us with the perfect house that will allow my dogs to be beyond happy as well.
Every inch of this world that I travel I always hear, “GEEZ, I want your job more than anything! That’s my dream job!” Yes, it is a total dream job. I couldn’t ask for a more perfect job for my life. But, it’s not all fun and adventure. You have to be willing to sacrifice your life for the people in need. You are the one that has the responsibility of helping people that are desperate for your help. And that is exactly why I love this job and continue to serve. It’s not about me…although I can act like a diva when I don’t get my way. I know in my heart I just want to help the poor, rich, anyone in need.