weekend trip
i feel like taking a break.
i am packing right now for a weekend trip out to california. it’s odd because i have felt completely contradicting feelings towards this trip over the past week. and each feeling has only grown stronger as each day gets marked off the calendar.
i get to fly out to southern california…well, to my favorite beach house, to be more specific, with my best friend who’s never been to the west. upon arrival, i get to spend time with (and introduce my friend to) all of my favorite and most cherished people of my life. my parents, sisters, brothers, cousins, aunt/uncle, grandmas, other best friends, and even more branches of the family. after spending leisurely time walking to the beach and starbucks for breakfast, i get to be showered by more than 30 important women for my upcoming wedding. talk about girly girly time.
here comes the hard part. after celebrating, laughing and fellowshipping with my family and friends, the very next day i will be saying a final goodbye and burying my grandfather. although i know he is living perfectly with christ right now, i still have to face the sorrow of not ever being able to be with him again on this earth.
i am dreading this weekend, and yet i am completely excited about it. how can one feel such mixed emotions?
