It's a strange thing to say. There was no audible noise. No one would have noticed a thing.
We were spending the weekend in West Kentucky, leaving the grocery store after visiting my grandmother and heading towards a friend's home where we were staying. In a matter of minutes we had deeply experienced the very things missing from my new life in the city, and this scream was an involuntary reaction from deep inside of me. Spending an afternoon with my ailing grandmother gave me a meaningful time filled with purpose. Mindlessly hopping in and out of the car, zipping through the grocery store, and navigating backroads without a second thought gave me a sense of competence. Spending the weekend seeing friends with whom we have travelled several seasons of life, gave us much needed connection.
Purpose, competence, and connection. These are missing in our new city life. These feelings are part of any move, so even in saying this today I believe we are right on track for an international transition. This is not a post about how it will always be, but just a blurb about how uprooted we feel in this passing moment.
(A Life Overseas blog)
No comments:
Post a Comment