BitterSweet.

Oxymoron. BitterSweet. I don't know anything that is bitter and sweet. Most things are more of one than the other.
Like- realizing that 12 weeks in the city of your dreams is about to come to a close-Bitter. Having one last summer with all your childhood friends, and having two besties get married-Sweet.
Bitter-Going through culture shock when you go back to farm country. Sweet- Going to farm country where they have freshly plowed dirt.
These last few weeks have been a mix of BitterSweet moments. First I was just Bitter, but now I'm trying to find the Sweet. I know that God knows WAY more than I could ever pretend to understand. So I just let Him show me the Bitter and the Sweet. I'm not really sure of anything past tomorrow, and I think that's how God wants it.
Now each time I go out I try and soak up all I can. Today, I sat on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial and just listened. I listened to the sounds of the city-Sweet. Realizing that I won't be about to walk out my front door, and see the monuments-Bitter.
I've been mentally compiling a list in my head-everything I do seems to be BitterSweet.

All in all- no matter how Sweet or Bitter, God always has our best interest in mind, and He always shows us the Sweet for the Bitter.