There is another FAQ that we have been getting a lot lately and I wanted to address that (pun intended...read on, it will make sense):
Can we write to you while you're there?
YES PLEASE!!
The address where we will be staying is:
Jason, Michelle, Zaili Schwartzman and Glen Richards
c/o Carmel Ministries
Semmandakuppam (Kuppur Post)
Dharmapuri 636702
Tamil Nadu, S. India
In general, it costs about 80 - 90 cents to send a letter. We would definitely appreciate receiving mail from our friends in the US!
I usually have a specific plan when I blog on here. There is usually something that I want to say or something that I have been thinking about lately. Not this time.
The past few days have gotten to the point where I feel as though I am living a life outside of the one I'm living. We're only 5 days away from leaving...there has been 11 inches of rain in York County since Monday (it is currently Thursday morning) and I feel like I don't even know anything about what's happening.
All these things are happening around me and I feel like they're happening to other people. It is a strange feeling for sure. I don't want to or never wanted to be the kind of person who accidentally shows up for his own life but I think I might have reached the breaking point in being able to be fully present in everything.
The GOOD news is that the stuff left yesterday and we're just about done shopping for last minute items...so the amount of things left on our to do list is dwindling. I need to be fully present for the next few days...as difficult as it might be. I am heading to my last METS game of the year today (it's a doubleheader) with my dad, if it doesn't get rained out. It's probably one of the most important things left before we go...I wish my brother could have come with us but he has to work.
After that, Friday we're heading to my grandmother's house...Saturday we don't know yet...Sunday is the sending service and Monday is reserved for being sure everything is in place and ready to go.
Dear Tuesday,
Come quickly...but not too quickly.
Love,
Jason
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