I'm sitting on a cushion on the floor of a small living room. There is a PowerPoint presentation projected onto one wall. Surrounding me are 25 other college students, two leaders, and three MCC workers. I'm listening to a list of projects that MCC is working on in Jordan. And there are tears in my eyes.
What?
I pause and look around the room, and it blurs for a moment as I am reminded of another, similar room. This one is warmer, and sun streams in the windows. It's full of people, but not as many: an MCC El Salvador team meeting.
I only spent four of my nineteen years in El Salvador. It has now been ten years since we moved back to the States. But there is still an undeniable mark on my soul from the time I spent there.
Despite the gap of time, I still feel more at home in a random office half way across the world than I ever did in any classroom of my high school or any church sanctuary.
And that's why I am sitting on the floor, with tears in my eyes and a grin on my face.
