I'm going to start writing again for Hayley. I think she's the only one who still tries to read this. Besides, she is one that has encouraged me to write by her own writing. One time Hayley sent me a 14 page letter. Two days later there were another 10 pages or so. I need to start writing again. AND... I told her I'd write the next entry for her.
Sometimes home is a hard place to be. This week I've heard of or seen or even experienced so many examples of this. One friend of mine has been abused, and returning home for her means remembering. Another friend just flew home because a family member died. Currently, I am working with refugees who have all fled their homes. Sometimes home is just hard. For me, though there have been times where I've missed my home, it usually is hard when I feel restless. During those good old college years, it's always a transition. Moving in and out. Getting jobs and quitting jobs. From class to work. From friends to family. Independence to... Transition.
I love traveling and seeing new cultures. There are times when it seems I live in the most "culture-less" place in the world. My traditions are bland, clothing is indistinct, the skyline is forgettable. I know that this is because I've been here most of my life, so I'm numb to even the positive aspects. But I'm here. I'm here for another two months. So I'm going to start looking for what I've been over-looking for so long. There will be pictures and hopefully stories.
Monday, June 23, 2008
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2 comments:
thank you. good to have you back.
check me out. that sounds far more suggestive than it needs to.
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I'm reading and so enjoying your pictures and writing. You have such a creative spirit. I am also praying for God to use you in this very needy part of the world.
Very thankful for you,
Rhonda McGee
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