This week we bought tickets to return to the states this summer! We will arrive in Portland August 1st. We couldn’t be more excited and yet…
A few days after purchasing the tickets Ethan was on skype with his Grandma and he said that he didn’t know whether to be excited to be in Portland or sad to leave her here in Africa. As he was saying this I was watching his face and I could see his little brain processing. Since the day we stepped off the plane over two years ago he has looked forward to when he was 7 and we would return to America. However somehow over these past two years he has changed and slowly adapted. I could tell at this moment he was realizing that it was not going to be as easy to leave as he had thought. He was excited to see friends and family and relive memories, but he knew that he was used to and comfortable with life here.
Joel experienced some of the same emotions upon arrival in England. After being here so long you forget how different life is between the two worlds and that crossing between them takes adjustment. It was weird to him to be in a land of so many choices, that ran so efficiently. He came back reminded that we will have to make an effort to adapt back to America and that it is an important effort to make.
My experience was actually at our mission when I stood in front of the microwave and couldn’t figure out which button started it. I really sat there for 5 minutes as I looked at all the pictures and none of them made sense to me. My mind immediately said, “Oh no, this is a bad sign!”
It is still crazy to me to think how this happened. How did we change so much in such a short time? How did a life that was so foreign become so familiar? How did things that were so familiar become so foreign? It was so gradual that we didn’t really notice it, but now it is screaming at us. We are so much the same and so different. We are living between two worlds and yet not in either. We are excited to take our first jump between worlds and also nervous. Will we be “those weird missionaries” or will we adapt? Will we embrace the changes that took place while we were gone, or struggle to accept them? Only time will tell…only time will tell.
Joel’s Time in England