Change is Hard
Wednesday we arrived in our new home. What an exhausting day! We arrive early in the morning to unload boxes and furniture. It didn’t take long for the challenges of our transition began to hit hard.
- We had no water! We have discovered, since then, that we have one faucet that trickles all day into a bucket if we leave it on, but other than that we only get water from 12 am – 5 am. We aren’t sure if this is permanent or temporary (one would think that is an easy question to get an answer to, but not here). If it is permanent we will be looking into getting a water tank to fill each night. I am learning to value even cold running water.
- Our house was not screened in and the result is that we now look like a family with the measles. Our first priority quickly became Joel building screens for our house.
- Moving and unpacking is messy and dirty, especially in the desert. It is times like this that having water would be really nice, but I am learning how to be content even in a dirty house.
- In many ways we are back to square one. We had made great strides in figuring out the maze of Dakar, but now we have to figure out what we have available here and where it is. This is not an easy task to say the least.
- The feeling of isolation threatened to overwhelmed us. I couldn’t help but think about the meals, childcare and help that we would be provided for us if we were closer to home, family and friends. It was hard to not feel alone, even though we know we aren’t.
By the end of the first day the exhaustion hit followed by a flood of tears. As I woke up the next morning, I was reminded of the end goal that we were working towards. I began to see the rays of sunlight through the clouds. I know that once we get through this transition and get adjusted to our life, many great things awaiting us here. I am already starting to enjoy so many things about our house and neighborhood. It is a slow process, but when I focus on the end goal the struggle lightens. I would love to tell you that from that point on I hung on to that perspective, but it was a constant battle for all of us. We all had our moments where the struggle of change overwhelmed us and we lost perspective again. There are moments when we want to give up, but we are learning each day to rely on God’s strength to keep our perspective straight.
Pictures (as promised) – I will post more once we have set up our house