Sometimes I get overwhelmed with school and life and forget the little things that make me happy.  A lot of those little things come from a mission trip that I made to Nicaragua after my junior year of high school.  It was my first exposure to such poverty and victims of human trafficking.  Before I left to return to the US, I promised myself that I would return, not just to visit but to stay.  I get to go back in two weeks.  It's not going to be forever, like I wish it could be, as I'm obviously still in class and have a couple more years left till I graduate.  But I'll be going to the country that I fell in love with, and I'll get to see some old, dear friends.  I'll also be making some new friends at an equestrian center for kiddos with special needs.  Y'all, that's basically all I want to do.  Hang out with those kiddos and be their friend-- and I'm willing to get over my fear of horses to do it (thats a big commitment).  Ultimately, I want to work down there, but this will be a great chance just to see what that would look like.  I know I've been talking to just about everyone about it, but I'm so excited to go.  It's like going home after a very long day...  Or three years.  Whatever.