Sometimes I feel like traveling across oceans is a bit like traveling between worlds. Last week at this time, I was with my parents back in Auburn, probably watching the Tour de France and drinking our mandatory morning coffee. Today, I'm sitting on my bed in Chengdu, feeling utterly exhausted after a day of sorting through the bins that have been hiding and collecting dust under my bed.
Several hours (and several garbage bags full of junk) later the floor is vacuumed, bins are cleaned and organized, and I'm feeling rather accomplished. It's amazing to think that I've been here long enough to accumulate this much stuff. Some of the treasures that I found today included notes from my students from my first birthday in China, my gym membership card from that first year, dozens of receipts for a plethora of things (they said to save receipts...they never said when I could throw them away...), and oh so many memories. I saved a few notes and all of the necessary supplies that I seem to hoard from trips to the US, but otherwise it's now in bags ready to go far far away.
Back to the between worlds idea...
My summer travels this year were once again a whirlwind. I started the break with a week in Kansas City with my #roommateatadistance, Sarah, and her husband. We talked the week away, reminiscing and thinking out loud, as we so often have in the past. Being with them was a respite for me after a year of challenges and unknowns. It was a great way to start the summer journeys.
From there, I went to New York for New Staff Orientation, an opportunity to meet new friends and reconnect with old ones. It's been 5 years since I was at NSO, and it was such a sweet time of thinking back to how much I've grown and changed, while being excited for the journey ahead of our new teammates and friends. This was another quick trip, and after 3 days I was off, once again.
The next two weeks were spent at Liberty University in intensives classes for the Ed.S. program that I am in. It may seem obvious to some, but intensives classes are...wait for it...intense. I was in class from 8:30 to 5:30 each day (with a lunch break...don't worry!) and had projects and homework to hone in on each night. I lived in the dorms and had a different roommate every week as well. It was quite the experience. My professors were incredible, though, and I connected with some classmates that I'm sure I will see again some day. The weekend between classes, I was also able to spend some time with two friends from high school days. It was a jam-packed, wonderful two weeks.
I flew back to Seattle that Friday night and my parents were at the airport to greet me. It's been a while since we were back in the same state at the same time during a summer holiday, and I was so thankful for time with them without too much unnecessary craziness. We shared at our home fellowship, drove across to see my Aunt and Uncle, and of course stopped at our favorite bakery along the way. I wish we were in the same place more often, but I will take what I can get and am so grateful for it!
And now, it's back to business as usual, with days spent at school and evening spent watching the traffic go by from my 27th floor apartment.
My usual is so unusual, but I love it...although sometimes I forget just where I am or how long I'll be there.
I'm thankful to be home in the Du, where I can put my feet up and stay a while.
Several hours (and several garbage bags full of junk) later the floor is vacuumed, bins are cleaned and organized, and I'm feeling rather accomplished. It's amazing to think that I've been here long enough to accumulate this much stuff. Some of the treasures that I found today included notes from my students from my first birthday in China, my gym membership card from that first year, dozens of receipts for a plethora of things (they said to save receipts...they never said when I could throw them away...), and oh so many memories. I saved a few notes and all of the necessary supplies that I seem to hoard from trips to the US, but otherwise it's now in bags ready to go far far away.
Back to the between worlds idea...
My summer travels this year were once again a whirlwind. I started the break with a week in Kansas City with my #roommateatadistance, Sarah, and her husband. We talked the week away, reminiscing and thinking out loud, as we so often have in the past. Being with them was a respite for me after a year of challenges and unknowns. It was a great way to start the summer journeys.
From there, I went to New York for New Staff Orientation, an opportunity to meet new friends and reconnect with old ones. It's been 5 years since I was at NSO, and it was such a sweet time of thinking back to how much I've grown and changed, while being excited for the journey ahead of our new teammates and friends. This was another quick trip, and after 3 days I was off, once again.
The next two weeks were spent at Liberty University in intensives classes for the Ed.S. program that I am in. It may seem obvious to some, but intensives classes are...wait for it...intense. I was in class from 8:30 to 5:30 each day (with a lunch break...don't worry!) and had projects and homework to hone in on each night. I lived in the dorms and had a different roommate every week as well. It was quite the experience. My professors were incredible, though, and I connected with some classmates that I'm sure I will see again some day. The weekend between classes, I was also able to spend some time with two friends from high school days. It was a jam-packed, wonderful two weeks.
I flew back to Seattle that Friday night and my parents were at the airport to greet me. It's been a while since we were back in the same state at the same time during a summer holiday, and I was so thankful for time with them without too much unnecessary craziness. We shared at our home fellowship, drove across to see my Aunt and Uncle, and of course stopped at our favorite bakery along the way. I wish we were in the same place more often, but I will take what I can get and am so grateful for it!
And now, it's back to business as usual, with days spent at school and evening spent watching the traffic go by from my 27th floor apartment.
My usual is so unusual, but I love it...although sometimes I forget just where I am or how long I'll be there.
I'm thankful to be home in the Du, where I can put my feet up and stay a while.
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