Moving... again... (AND MY 100th POST! ;D)

How often have we all had to experience that?

Well, for the third time this year, we're moving and saying goodbyes again; packing up and getting ready to leave again; anticipating and expecting God knows what again.
We had such an awesome time here for the past short but meaningful three months. I met such good friends and people who were there to support and encourage me in so many ways. I enjoyed the gift of having my own room (and bathroom).
I just started to get really comfortable here--not feeling extremely awkward talking to people, as an example of it. Yet I'm being uprooted again; I'm not even over the pain of leaving Albania. Cutting back into the wound much?
Not complaining or anything, but I've got to admit this stinks. Yes, God's using this hard time to let me grow more mature yada yada and frankly I'm thankful for it. But what to do with all these mixed feelings?

I feel as empty and lifeless as my beloved room right now.

(and yay for this being my 100th post. maybe i should've picked a less depressing subject. but whatev.)