Sunday Sayings
With a month and a half left of my exchange, I have suddenly begun to see England as my home, however temporary. Even just in these past few weeks I've been forming deeper friendships. I've grown so much in my time here. The people I've met and the experiences I've had have definitely shaped me, and God has taught me so many things about myself and about Himself. I am truly stronger for having lived here these past few months. And as people start to ask me about going home I realize that it may be harder than I thought to leave this place. Yes, of curse I want to go home. But I miss the people more than I miss the place. Home will always be familiar, but now that I've gone through the struggle of leaving it behind, it's not as important to me to go back there. I'm more excited to have my family join me here than I am to go home with them at the end of all of this (although, that will be nice). What I wonder now is whether home will still feel the way it used to. It will always feel like home, but England has also been my home. England is where I had my own place, where I came into a city where I had no connections at all and found a community to become a part of. How easy will it actually be to leave it all behind? Surely not as easy as I assumed it would be when I got on the plane in January. When you venture out the familiar, those experiences will inevitably change you, and so England will always be a part of me now. I'm glad I can say that.
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