Decision made! (I think)

When I think about Egypt. When I pour over the news, and listen to al-Jazeera, when I read the letter sent my Katie's friend (evacuated from Cairo), I want to go home.
I want to ally myself with what is happening there.
I want to stand with the people who claim me.
This I claim is true.
I feel selfish to stay here. I feel like I am living the Life of luxury.
I feel called home. I have visions of Fresno, of community, of kids laughing and reading.
I feel called to Southeast Asia, to see where those of my people come from. (In Jean Vanier's sense)

"'My people are my community, which is both the small community, those who live together, and the larger community which surrounds it and for which it is there. 'My people' are those who are written in my flesh as I am in theirs. Whether we are near each other or far away, my brothers and sisters remain written within me. I carry them, and they, me; we recognise each other again when we meet. To call them 'my people' doesn't mean that I feel superior to them, or that I am their shepherd or that I look after them. It means that they are mine as I am theirs. There is a solidarity between us. What touches them, touches me. And when I say 'my people', I don't imply that there are others I reject. My people is my community, made up of those who know me and carry me. They are a springboard towards all humanity. I cannot be a universal brother or sister unless I first love my people. (Community and Growth. p 16-17)

To remain here, would mean continuing to live community, to continue to learn through struggle and strife how to live together with human beings. To move home, the meaning of community is less distinct. It is no longer 6 interns, supporting and loving a larger community of 40 people, who inspire and encourage countless others, refugee, immigrant, Permanent Resident, citizen alike. It would be more of a conscious effort for me to recognize and encourage my relationships with people less physically present in every moment of my life.

It would be incredibly good for my soul to stay here. It would be good for my resume, it would be good for my relationships here.

I know all that, and yet, I feel like I need to say yes to the even more ultimate unknown. I need to say yes to Fresno, to the possibility that I can still by myself and still grow in community, still grow as a Human Being. That Fresno has the same potential as Romero House(if not more) of being good for my soul.
I am young, but I will grow strong. I can be more, and I want to step out of the boat into the Valley where I haven't lived in ages.

I'm excited about the possibilities. There are always possibilities.