These days are weird.

There seem to be lasts popping up all over Edinburgh. My last lunch at Potterrow on the University of Edinburgh campus. My last ride on Bus 23. My last coffee hang out with the girls. My last Tuesday. My last Wednesday.

Last.

Last.

Last.

Tonight is my last Gathering at Crossroads Edinburgh.

Here’s what. I don’t know how to say what I’m feeling, hence the reason this bloggy world is a little quiet on my end. I’ve been doing a lot of reading, specifically Re-Entry: Making the Transition from Missions to Life at Home. So hopefully all the stuff that is swirling on the inside [but staying there] has purpose and will keep me from being a total nutcase in Nashville when I’m home.

I’m not heartbreakingly devastated. I’m not crying constantly.

I’m not thrilled. I’m not excited.

I’m just quiet.

[Which, of the five options listed above, is absolutely the LEAST likely.]

So I ask for your patience and your understanding as I live in a constant flow of lasts for the next few days. Before I know it, Monday will be here and it will be my last last of Edinburgh.

There’s a season for everything, right?

[Including me being quiet. Apparently. Weird.]