A story of exploring and growing.

Lake Tahoe, California

As I write, it has been three weeks since I stepped on the plane to bring me back home.  The strangest part of being home is how eerily it feels like I never went anywhere… how those whole five months of traveling and adventure where just some strangely vivid dream.  However, I have 4,000 pictures, two journals, 33 blog posts, and a plethora of new worldwide friends to remind me that my time in South America was in fact a reality.

Overall, it has been really good to be home.  My first few days back in the States I caught myself getting excited every time I heard someone speaking English around me or making sure I was speaking slow and clear when I spoke English, until I realized that everyone speaks English around me.   I would get a little anxious about ordering or asking a question to a stranger because I kept thinking I would have to speak in Spanish, until I remembered that hey, I don’t have to!  But then all those new revelations and re-adjustments has turned into missing speaking Spanish, and utilizing a new-found ability to communicate and understand in another language. I have found immense satisfaction in the superficial comforts such as a full pantry, a comfy couch, my own computer, having a cell phone, and a dresser full of too many clothes.  But, in turn, I miss the freedom of simplicity of possessions, making dinner with whoever is around in the hostel that night, and exploring a new place everyday.

Lucky for me, I live in a beautiful mountain area with epic winter wonderland activities.  So taking full advantage of that, I have gotten a job as a lift operator at a ski resort, enjoyed gazing out at the white bliss of a blizzard (also with the knowledge that I would have to spend a good amount of time shoveling as a result of our feet of fresh powder), and spend a good amount of time snow-shoeing in the woods.  I have been able to see some wonderful friends, and talk to others on the phone who I have not been able to see yet.  I have unpacked my boxes, started reading some good books, and pretty much take a break from moving around and traveling.  It’s been so nice to be in one place for a while.

I loved my time traveling.  I loved the adventure, the new sights, the amazing people, and the incredible experiences.  I miss the clarity I felt about seeing God, my calling, and learning more about myself and others everyday.  And yet, I continually dreamt during my travels about having a garden, investing in a community, rekindling good friendships, and dwelling in the local while appreciating the global.  And now, I get to practice those dreams and start to build upon them once more.  It was nice to take a pause for an adventure and step out into the global community for a period to learn, gain perspective, and pretty much have a blast, but I am excited to be back to my roots, and investing in my world around me, trying to leave it a little bit better everyday.


2 responses

  1. Colleen Baird

    I like you!! Two things: 1) I love the idea of “dwelling in the local while appreciating the global.” and 2) What books are you reading right now?

    March 25, 2011 at 2:08 pm

  2. Love this post! Love you.

    I like the idea of you having a garden in Portland… just saying! 🙂 xoxox

    April 15, 2011 at 2:44 pm

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