The passion just wont decease, it's welling up in me like a damn about to break. As cheesy as that metaphor is, I don't know how else to describe it. I am learning patience and self control in having to remain where I am till the time is right.... The dream I have had for 9 years started up again. I want to live in community amongst the poor in Baghdad, and serve in an orphanage. To travel, to experience a new culture, to push my boundaries of comfort ability, to break down my own pride and selfishness, to speak only Arabic, to live a life dedicated to putting other before myself. This is what I desire in the deepest parts of my heart. Obviously, i'm doing my best to achieve parts of that here but something in my heart and in my life is about to change. I feel it.