Many of you probably know, but this Tuesday we will be boarding a plane bound for Arkansas, and we’re not sure when we’ll be back in Bulgaria.  We’re still in shock that we’re leaving.  We thought this was going to be home for the next 10-15 years.  But, sometimes life takes turns that we weren’t really expecting, and we are excited to see what God has in store for us next.

One of the hardest things about leaving is saying our good-byes, more than anything our good-byes to our teammates and other people we’ve come to know here.  There are also lots of little things we will cherish and miss.  I will miss our wonderful apartment here.  When we are back in Fayetteville and I look out of our apartment and see a parking lot or a street or a field, I will think back to our ninth floor apartment here that has a great view of the mountains during the day and the buildings lit up at night.  We will miss speaking Bulgarian (I don’t think that’s going to come in handy back home, but who knows).  We will miss the relentless snow in the winter, and the nice summers.  We might even miss walking to the store and carrying back all our groceries by hand.  I think I will be in shock the first time I return to Wal-Mart and am able to get a whole week’s worth of food in one trip, and not have to worry about it being too heavy to carry home.

On Thursday we said several good-byes.  We both said bye to our language helpers, and we also had farewell ice-cream with our landlady and her daughter, who is visiting from Spain.

Advertisement