My outstanding mission weekend with the youth in New York City is done. When I got home last night I was physically, and emotionally, spent. I’m 27 years old and have done this type of volunteering before, but it doesn’t matter; every time I’m still surprised about how much of who I am is revealed to me when I think I’m out to learn about others.
Last night I was raw and heartbroken—not emo heartbreak, true heartbreak. It’s not a bad heartbreak. It’s sucks feeling this way, but it also doesn’t. It also feels Good and real to know how lucky I am to have met the people I did. I feel wonderfully little and challenged.
And K, J, S, L, N: I am so proud of you.
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