Another summer has spun to its end, seven weeks going by at a dizzying speed, crammed full of time with people I love and conversations, taking classes and writing papers, playing and traveling, crying and laughing, eating good food and soaking in the beauty of America, drinking sazeracs and arguing about English grammar, taking pictures and reading books.
There was a lot of time with a lot of people who I didn't take pictures of at all, and there wasn't enough time to see everyone I wanted to see. (Of course!)
One of my sisters got engaged. (We're getting old!)
This morning, as I boarded my first flight, Susan sent me a message to check out Jonathan Gabriel Masters' album The Spirit and the Bride.
It's well worth the listen and comes neatly full circle to how I left Bloomington at the start of my three year stint in China, on a bus to Wheaton, listening to Josh Garrels' Love & War & The Sea In Between.
Although this will be my fourth year of teaching in China, goodbyes are always hard. My life is crazy and often more adventure filled than I'm entirely comfortable with... and yet, I am deeply, deeply thankful. This summer was full of concrete reminders that I am loved.
Once again, as so often, it's Mumford & Sons to my rescue with the right words: I ain't never lived a year better spent in love.
So here's to the next one. May it be even better.
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