We have 22 days left in Armenia and I still cannot believe that I am here. Waking up in the morning, looking out of my bedroom window, I am still amazed that I am in my motherland. I feel so honored and blessed to even have the opportunity to be on this trip. Last night I ran into two of my friends who came to Armenia with the Eastern Diocese and apparently there are 5 more of my friends in the same group. This summer has been the summer of coming to Armenia among my friends. A piece of home is with me now. If they're not someone I've met before, they have some connection to my friends.
So, this will be the first time I am writing a post, so please be patient with me. I would first like to start off with how excited, yet nervous I was coming to Armenia. I had never traveled out of the country before (well, besides from Canada) nor have I ever been on the other side of the ocean. Literally, the extent of my travels have been from the East Coast to the West Coast, and living smack-dab in the middle starting from Milwaukee for 6 years and now in Chicago (you should hear my accent).