If all goes according to plan (which nothing on Mercy Ships ever does, just to be totally honest) we should be sailing out of here this afternoon.
I can't wait to see my family and I don't want to leave Liberia and I'm scared I'll be seasick and I'm so ready to get out on the open water and just see the stars that have been hidden by the lights of the port for ten months now. I feel like there's not enough room in me for all this. Like I'm held together just barely and any slight bump is going to be enough to tear my seams and send me spinning like a firework through the sky.
Par for the course, really.
