But why?

When I tell people that I am moving to Cambodia, one of the first questions is always "why?". It's incredible how a one word question can have so many different explanations.

The thing I am going to do is show justice where I can. I will be working in villages with people who haven't been dealt the best hand in life, lending them my hands where I can.

The reason I'm going is because this is all I have ever wanted to do. At the ripe age of 7 I explained to my family that I was going to be a "missionary". I actually told them I was going to have a "business where I helped people for Jesus", I didn't realize at the time that there was already a title for that job. The ways I have wanted to do this have changed through the years, at one time I thought I would be a teacher in Africa, then a Doctor in Cambodia, then a relief worker throughout the world. I may still do all those things, I'm starting here though.

But there is still more to the "why" question. Why now at 21 years old? Why Cambodia? Why this work in particular? This is where the story gets more details.

When I was 17 I went to the beautiful Kingdom of Cambodia with an organization called Steps Of Justice (SOJ). I saw injustice in the world in a way I never had. I saw what a country looks like when it is recovering from genocide, I saw child sex slavery and corrupt government. More than that, I saw a people who are so loving and open to what life may offer them. People who want to care, who want to share what they have and work toward something more.

I came back from Cambodia shattered. For the first time in my life, I felt homesickness, I learned that you can actually miss a place. I went a couple times more on short trips, trying to get a fix of what I needed without truly leaving everything happening back home.

Then I went on with my life.

During all of this time I was going through a restructuring of my faith and beliefs. Figuring out where I really stood, letting go of some long-held ideas and finding new places to put my trust. I was sorting out things with the God I've grown up with, some of them I am still trying to work through.

Last summer (2015) I went to Cambodia again. And while I was there an event with a couple friends exposed some things I needed to let go of. I realized that I was taking on caring for my family when I didn't need to anymore. I was holding on to the thought of being with them and not willing to trust that they could be taken care of by God and each other. I selfishly believed that my world would implode if I left it. I needed to cut the cord, I had to take a leap of faith and lovingly walk away.

Of course I, in my infinite knowledge, assumed that moving on meant moving to an apartment down the street from my family and getting a new job.

I had it all planned out, I would move into my own place for a year or so, maybe go back to school or try another career out. In a few years when I was more established and had a good savings I would go move to Cambodia for a year, once I had already gotten used to being away from home.

One morning I was in a prayerful meditation. While in that state, the guide said to envision someone I was having a difficult time with right next to me, to picture them along side me in a peaceful and caring state. As crazy as it sounds, I saw God in that moment. Not a face or a person, but a collection of colors, images, and feelings that I have no other word for. The world melted away and somehow the future was a memory, the past was colors, and the entire world was feelings. It was the most bizarre spiritual encounter I have ever experienced, I still don't know how to fully explain all that happened. Afterwards, I felt the purest peace, and for some reason Cambodia had been brought back to the forefront of my mind; I couldn't shake the thought that I needed to go back. I decided that the next time I went (I assumed in a year or two) I would stay for a while.

I took a day to recover from all of this, then, the next morning I get an email from my dear friend Phil at SOJ. Phil was asking if I could co-lead a trip to Cambodia this year. I remember sitting on my bed after receiving this email thinking about the coincidence of it all. How strange that an experience would lead me to decide I was moving to Cambodia the next time I went, and the very next day I am asked to come back this year? I decided this was too much to deal with in that moment, to shake it off and check my work Skypes/emails. The very first Skype I had was from a very close family friend and coworker saying that he felt he needed to tell me to go back to Cambodia soon, that in this phase of life I that should be my next season.

Keep in mind that all of these events happened within a span of less than 72 hours, when I had not thought deeply about Cambodia for months. Even then, I had only thought about it in the sense of a someday. I'm not usually one to think of every coincidence as a spiritual incident, I actually tend to lean more towards the world acting more or less on it's own and us deciding how to respond on our own whims. But it was undeniable that something was going on here. Even if it was only a coincidence, I knew that I could never live with myself if I didn't act on it.

So I responded, I said I'd love to help and I just may stay. I decided that I needed to take the first step toward the life I wanted. I started to tell my family and friends that this was the plan. And now I have been spending the last few months making arrangements to leave.

Now here I am. In a matter of weeks I am moving a world away to step into a place of simultaneous pain and joy.

Why?

Because there is more to this earth than we can see in the first-world.
Because there is more comfort in crazy leaps than monotonous days.
Because there is sometimes more love in leaving than staying.
Because there is more life in stepping outside of yourself than being comfortable.
This is my why.

You should start a blog.

I've never been one for posting my life to the world. I get on Facebook every month or two, and I still don't understand Instagram or Twitter. The only blog posts I have ever written are in a private page and are more diary entries than anything else.

But recently a new friend of mine said that I should write about my journey to Cambodia. She said that other people would be inspired by the story and maybe learn from it if they decided to make the same move. More than that, she thought it would be good to document it for myself. I decided she was right.

Years from now I will look back at how naive and excited I was. In the meantime, you can all ride along through theses posts.

It will be quite an adventure. :)