back in Canada...for now at least

It's late at night on a Saturday, I'll have to get up super early for church tomorrow but for some reason I can't sleep. This week has been crazy, I feel that every bomb that could have been dropped was and all the while I was still recovering from sedation.
Life is so strange if you think about it. Everywhere you go, millions of new people, hundreds of hellos, dozens of goodbyes. I'm starting to get better at them. I used to bawl and bawl over after every "see you later" but now I know that's just a part of life and sometimes no matter how much you love somebody sometimes you never see them again. (Never say never however)
I got my wisdom teeth out wednesday and in usual dramatic Cassandra fashion I had a few tears before they even started. Before I was even in the chair actually. I don't remember much after that though, people tell me it's Saturday but all I can remember is tuesday. Until of course I hit the International Travel Clinic. Oh yes, one of the many joys of conquering the world is the needles you get along the way. "I've done this before" I tell the nurse. A few hours later though achy as can be I passed out on the couch from exhaustion doubting even the thought of Ecuador. Let alone Thailand.
I'm such a pack rat at heart and if I could I probably would keep every letter you and the stranger you passed on the street ever wrote me. However stuffing my life into a suitcase I try to purge as much as I can every chance I get. While doing so I stumbled across an old "Time" magazine article on the Sudan stating "Genocide in Slow Motion". (A quote I've heard all to much over the last year) But what was interesting was the paper I had covering it. I had to smile as I read "Security is not found in the absence of danger but in the presence of Jesus" It was written next to a couple other encouraging quotes and Bible verses as well as my old Congo flight itinerary. So funny. Sometimes I wonder if somethings wrong with me as it appears I lack fear in this department. I love rebel soldiers and don't understand why at the news of genocide the entire world doesn't jump off it's seat with the joy that we have the answer. It's probably a good thing though as if we all would rush to Sudan, Congo and Timbuktu who would take care of the Americas and my oh so beloved England? It's so peculiar how the world works. I love it. I'm so tired though. And sore on so many levels. My parents and I just laughed as I listed the places of pain in my body and questioned the next beautiful hour when I could pop the next round of Advil liquid Gels. Thus the reason for my ramblings.Sorry. But hey, those of you who complain at my lack of....blog-age (haha) can complain no longer. Unless you were hoping for something a little more coherent. Can't help you there. At least not now. Who knows though, next entry might be from breath taking Quito, Ecuador. Yay for yet another adventure, even if it does mean getting all four wisdom teeth out at christmas and aches, pains and nausea from the needles in my arm. ALL my love to everyone and anyone who reads this and of course MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!