We spent a final full day with Habitat for Humanity in San Francisco. It's officially far more satisfying to hang sheetrock than it is to unload and haul it. We treated ourselves to Mission burritos around the corner from the childhood home of one of our trip members. All in all, it was a terrific end to a terrific trip.
But, I noticed throughout the day that while our typical conversations about life, faith and service continued, they also made way for talk of travel, our immanent return to Hanover, and upcoming classes and plans for the term. Our conversations more closely resembled those we had back on campus. Our closing reflection was significant, but disjointed. We all have plans to make, people to call, last minute items to buy. In short, the trip was coming to and end.
And while I'm quite ready to return to my home and family and bed, I will grieve the end of these moments together. We were truly present with one another for a brief period, and wonderful things happened. But the time has come for this trip to end. For a return to normal life. We can simply hope that the work done, the lessons learned and the relationships developed here will remain and carry through to the next steps. I, for one, am hopeful of good things yet to come.
Tomorrow, back to the cold. Back to life. I'm ready, but it will be bittersweet.