Guilty of being white.

So Mission Year ends in like 2.5 weeks.

There are all sorts of feelings related to that.

The one that stands out the most at this point is guilt.

The people I'm leaving don't get a chance to pick up and leave for somewhere else. They're stuck. They ask questions like "why are you leaving?" I'm like, "well, Chicago's not home. God's calling me to other things."

And both of those things are true. But that doesn't always make sense to people. There's a mix of responses you get. They say "you're going back to your home," which has many implications of wealth and comfort. I even heard one woman say "you're going back to rich town" to Lindsey.

I'm associated with places and things that I don't necessarily want to be. I don't know how to handle that. Very few people have any idea about me and what I value.

That's hard to chew on.

Peace.