Writing here feels a little bit like coming home. Long before the Korea move was on the horizon, this blog existed as a place to pour out my thoughts and process things. It's good to be here. Familiar things are a comfort amidst so much change.
So, everything is so new. I'm sitting at a simple black desk, in an unusually comfortable black office chair. There is a wall-sized window directly in front of me. If I stand and lean forward I can touch it. I am 10 stories high. Building "B" fills my view. Maybe 100 ft directly ahead, squares and rectangles of glass filled with various types of blinds, pots and plants are looking back at me. It is a motionless and boring view. To the far right I can see gigantic monitor atop a neighboring building. I sit 1 story higher than it and it gives a continual stream of ads for the crowded lines of cars below. I'm glad I have drapes so that I can make it go away.
Car engines revving and roaring, sirens and the sounds of noisy traffic will one day be familiar, but for now they are foreign. I'm used to hearing the wind shrieking past window panes that are slightly askew and the comforting rattle of it whipping through our vinyl siding while lying in my cozy pillow top bed with flannel sheets and toasty down. In the mornings I used to hear song birds, the Statham train, the squeak of the school bus brakes and the familiar whine of Lizzy, our dog, asking to go outside to relieve herself and exert her dominance over a few lingering squirrels. I feel a little too overwhelmed with the new to miss the old right now.
As I look to the left and right I see books bursting off of bookshelves. They are all in Korean, so I am unable to unlock their secrets and enjoy what they might have to offer. Behind me is a ruffly, pastel Korean comforter on top of a Korean style bed. The bed is considerably harder than any American mattress and yet it provides a haven for rest and my sweet down pillow from home greets me every time I crawl between the matching blue sheets.
I enjoy hearing the familiar sounds of Samantha on "Webkinz World" and Will clacking Legos as I type. I'm happy to be here, though I still feel fatigued from the drain of the unfamiliar and the 14 hour warp of time.
It has been especially meaningful to see Barry rise up into his role as English teacher and leader at the church. He has such a joy and energy about him that make all the paperwork and details worth it. Even working 5 days a week is a privilege that I know helped to pave the way for our visas so that we could be here. Yay! Our time with the English worship group has been very meaningful. We are reading through The 4:8 Principle as a group. It's been a neat time to share our hearts and grow together. I'm looking forward to getting to know them all better and see what the Lord will do.
So, everything is so new. I'm sitting at a simple black desk, in an unusually comfortable black office chair. There is a wall-sized window directly in front of me. If I stand and lean forward I can touch it. I am 10 stories high. Building "B" fills my view. Maybe 100 ft directly ahead, squares and rectangles of glass filled with various types of blinds, pots and plants are looking back at me. It is a motionless and boring view. To the far right I can see gigantic monitor atop a neighboring building. I sit 1 story higher than it and it gives a continual stream of ads for the crowded lines of cars below. I'm glad I have drapes so that I can make it go away.
Car engines revving and roaring, sirens and the sounds of noisy traffic will one day be familiar, but for now they are foreign. I'm used to hearing the wind shrieking past window panes that are slightly askew and the comforting rattle of it whipping through our vinyl siding while lying in my cozy pillow top bed with flannel sheets and toasty down. In the mornings I used to hear song birds, the Statham train, the squeak of the school bus brakes and the familiar whine of Lizzy, our dog, asking to go outside to relieve herself and exert her dominance over a few lingering squirrels. I feel a little too overwhelmed with the new to miss the old right now.
As I look to the left and right I see books bursting off of bookshelves. They are all in Korean, so I am unable to unlock their secrets and enjoy what they might have to offer. Behind me is a ruffly, pastel Korean comforter on top of a Korean style bed. The bed is considerably harder than any American mattress and yet it provides a haven for rest and my sweet down pillow from home greets me every time I crawl between the matching blue sheets.
I enjoy hearing the familiar sounds of Samantha on "Webkinz World" and Will clacking Legos as I type. I'm happy to be here, though I still feel fatigued from the drain of the unfamiliar and the 14 hour warp of time.
It has been especially meaningful to see Barry rise up into his role as English teacher and leader at the church. He has such a joy and energy about him that make all the paperwork and details worth it. Even working 5 days a week is a privilege that I know helped to pave the way for our visas so that we could be here. Yay! Our time with the English worship group has been very meaningful. We are reading through The 4:8 Principle as a group. It's been a neat time to share our hearts and grow together. I'm looking forward to getting to know them all better and see what the Lord will do.
2 comments:
Oh it is so good to hear from you! W
ow, I can't imagine what it is like to live in such a totally different and foreign environment. We are praying for y'all!!!!
Thanks Debbie :) This was my free-write therapy session. Love you so much!!!
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