Diary of the Open Road: Day Twenty-Seven
Living with another person is one thing. Living in a space the size of a closet and spending 99.9% of the time together 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, is a whole other kettle of fish.
It's stupid fun.
But also challenging and hard and tiring and confusing and everything else under the sun at times.
We're learning how different we are. We're learning each other's strengths and weaknesses (travelling does a pretty good job at exposing those things). We're learning how to communicate and when to not say anything at all.
I think it's more work on the daily than either of us expected. But it's a beautiful thing to have a friend you know will always be for you. And it's even more beautiful when you share the same dream and same love for Jesus because those things alone always give you a reason and motivation to work through the small areas of conflict. Putting everything into perspective and forcing you to become a better friend and better person in the process.
I think this trip is stretching and pushing us more than we even realize in this moment. From the breakdowns to the unexpected financial hits that followed them to LONG days of driving to missing our families to having to constantly plan our next move and the compromise that comes along with that, we're definitely learning, hopefully growing.
When it comes down to it, I'm incredibly thankful for this process and for the gal-pal I get to share it with. Morgan is what you call a 10/10 friend and a real gem of all gems. Everything is so worth it. God has been endlessly faithful in the midst of the difficulties we've faced in this first month, and I know without a doubt, He will continue to be faithful through every mile and every hour until we find ourselves back home on the east coast (and long after that).