So, you probably have noticed that my posts have been less frequent. This is what happens when things begin feeling like normal. I feel very at home here. I only had a small bit of culture shock, but it didn’t last long as I met a great group of friends here. I’ve chosen a church to attend and am getting involved there as well.
School starts next week and I have been feeling as if I’m on a figurative rollercoaster. For those of you that have ridden large roller coasters you know the deal: You wait in line forever, then strap yourself into a car, upon which the coaster begins to slowly crank you up to the tippiest topmost peak. You are nearly leaned vertical in your seat. You can see the sky above you, and know that just over that railway that does not continue to go up, is a drop that you will soon be catapulted down at ridiculously fast speeds into uncertain loopdee loos and turning bends. This knowledge makes you feel extremely anxious, as the human body is designed to want to escape death of which is sometimes accompanied with the feeling of falling. But, over the top you go, and you scream at the top of your lungs, and you’re so frightened that your heart leaps into your throat. Your hands grip the seat until your knuckles go white and before you know it you’re at the end of the ride with tears streaming from your eyes because you forgot to blink. But all you can think about while you are shaking too much to stand up is, “Let’s do that again!!”
So, how is what I’m going through now like a roller coaster? Well, currently right now, I’ve already waited in line for nearly 2 years to get to New Zealand, and now I’m strapped in and advancing to the top of the ride. I’m nervous and anxious about what it will be like. In about one week I’ll be thrown over the edge and will be screaming inside as I make my best efforts as a first year teacher. Hopefully, I’ll be able to lift my hands above my head to enjoy the ride and after all is said and done when the year is finished, I’ll be able to say with figurative wobbly knees, and with my heart pounding in my throat, “Let’s do it again!”
I’m confident that God will help me.
Click here to see some new pictures of kite flying with some people from the church I attend.