My first thought wasn't even, "fifty." We were on the ground a good four minutes before that entered my head. My first thought was, what have I done. I just showed up here by myself. I've never been to Asia before and i have no idea what I'm doing here.
A little phone charging, a smidge more money-exchanging, and a few button presses later and I'm on a commuter train to the city center. There are non-Thais around me still, but fewer of them as I descend from the airport to the public transit system. I bought a one way ticket to this country and now I'm riding the subway in the hope of finding the embassy. I AM really scared, but part of me is scared of how not scared I am to do things like this. I'm scared of how willing I am to charge into these situations of TOTAL unknown.
The real things are difficult to say on the Internet. I'm scared of how easy it is, almost as if God wants me to do it. But I don't understand why He seems to want me to do it all by myself.
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