Yesterday, I travelled to the US to attend a 9 Marks conference in Washington DC. I left Amsterdam, had a layover in Dublin and made my way to the capital of the US. After a day filled with airports, trains, buses and planes, I finally made it to my hostel. And collapsed into bed. All the things that make travelling fun; site seeing, meeting fellow travellers and tasting the local cuisine and all the rest of it, were relegated to the next day, or in my case, postponed to the next time I’m in the US. I was simply too exhausted to do anything but sleep.
I wasn’t only physically tired, however. I also felt emotionally and spiritually weary. I’d gone through most of the day feeling a little… lost. More than just a little, to be honest.