Or not.

So now that the initial disappointment has worn off, I'm pretty stoked.

I know that I have somewhere to be in fall. My cell phone will work. I won't have to get shots. I'll still get the mission experience, and I'm only 22. I still have loads of time left to live in other parts of the world, and one opportunity begets others.

So this will be a very good experience, and I know that where I'm going is exactly where God wants me to be.

(Although, if one more person tells me, "I'm glad you won't be out of the country," I might punch them in the sternum.)