Just over three months ago I typed about the "first lasts" - those events that marked the end of my time in Cooke City, Montana. Now, three months later I miss those "lasts" very much and wish I could do them just one more time.
For the last week I've been back in Massachusetts, reconnecting with great friends from my time at Seminary and also experiencing some "firsts" for this upcoming adventure of living in St. Andrews, Scotland.
For the first time, I...
...am excited about going!
...feel like my mind isn't completely mush
...or at least that there is hope for my mind to get back to the place it needs to be!
...look forward to being back in the land of academia.
...look forward to developing a new community of friends.
...don't worry incessantly that I've made the wrong decision.
...am actually ready to leave.
...don't think about Cooke City and how much I miss it and the people constantly... only continually!
...am able to visualize what life in Scotland might look like.
...am not intimidated by the terrifying idea of having N.T. Wright critique my work... at least not always!
...think I'm going to seriously struggle for the first long while, but will eventually learn to thrive and enjoy.
...am excited that with every passing day here in the States (i.e. away from Cooke City), Scotland is one day closer.
These "firsts" are slow in coming - to the point that I have been nervous that they wouldn't come and breathe a sigh of relief now that they have. I finally feel like I should as I prepare to embark on this new and unknown adventure. What is coming is, at this point, relatively unfathomable, but it will be good and hopefully and probably even a remarkable three years of my life.
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