i was watching the video of kamden singing her suitcase song.
it's a beautiful song.
there's a line that talks about how her old name and number were on the tag.
i'm in awe of things like that.
how life makes these swift changes, and we are left to sit and ponder them in a small moment of reflection.
i feel like that's been a lot of my life.
i tend to reflect a lot, but i think it's cause a lot has happened in my short 20 years.
suitcase.
probably the one she took on her mission.
i have far too many clothes.
i'm going on a mission.
sister perez.
hermana perez?
and then, sister waahila.
as if to close out my single life with a bang.
a mission.
i'm ready.
i'm anxious.
i'm terrified.
i'm excited.
a suitcase full of clothes, full of nothing too valuable.
just me and my testimony and my first last name.
yea.
1 comment:
Oh Sister Perez, It'll be amazing. Don't you worry. And you'll never be able to deny it was anything but good. I sometimes wish I could, but I can't say it was worse than just being hard. And Jeni, I know you. You can do hard. The mission, I must admit, was good for me.
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