Ice and Aliens
I know my last few entries have included a lot about books, but I learn a lot from reading, so look at it as if you are taking a peek into some of what I am learning here. I would love to tell you all everything I'm learning, but some of that is private material between Jesus and I. And I suppose from that statement you could assume that I am growing more intimate and deep in my relationship with Him. If you were to assume that, you would have assumed correctly. Daily life grows ever more different the more time I spend with Him.
Good news for the Fischbach area! Our little local harbour froze over enough for boot hockey, so yesterday some classmates and I geared up and headed out for a little competition and a lot of laughs. The ice was nice and smooth, and we had a riot playing hockey while countless Germans stopped to watch the crazy canucks from Canada and our American teammates chase each other, fall on our backsides, and cheer obnoxiously loud (well obnoxious compared to the reserved nature of most Germans) when one of our teammates scored a goal. It was one of the best Sunday afternoons yet. And it felt like home.
Since returning from Christmas break a month ago, so much has happened as per usual that I can barely remember it all. The fact that it's already been a month since break and that travel weekend is this weekend, just goes to show how fast time flies. I have barely noticed how quickly my weeks here at the Bode are passing by. I feel like I have so much to do still. Which I think I do. As we all start to think about going home, everything gets that much harder. We have been told that going home is difficult, not only because we're leaving behind our Bode family, but because the experience of most students when they go home is that they've changed so much, yet nothing at home has changed. This is the fear we are all currently facing. And I think that it will take us all time to come to terms that going home is inevitable, no matter how hard we might try to avoid it by staying in Europe for a longer time. Home is good, but after being here, I think we'll all feel like aliens in our own hometowns.
Much love,
Mickeelie
Good news for the Fischbach area! Our little local harbour froze over enough for boot hockey, so yesterday some classmates and I geared up and headed out for a little competition and a lot of laughs. The ice was nice and smooth, and we had a riot playing hockey while countless Germans stopped to watch the crazy canucks from Canada and our American teammates chase each other, fall on our backsides, and cheer obnoxiously loud (well obnoxious compared to the reserved nature of most Germans) when one of our teammates scored a goal. It was one of the best Sunday afternoons yet. And it felt like home.
Since returning from Christmas break a month ago, so much has happened as per usual that I can barely remember it all. The fact that it's already been a month since break and that travel weekend is this weekend, just goes to show how fast time flies. I have barely noticed how quickly my weeks here at the Bode are passing by. I feel like I have so much to do still. Which I think I do. As we all start to think about going home, everything gets that much harder. We have been told that going home is difficult, not only because we're leaving behind our Bode family, but because the experience of most students when they go home is that they've changed so much, yet nothing at home has changed. This is the fear we are all currently facing. And I think that it will take us all time to come to terms that going home is inevitable, no matter how hard we might try to avoid it by staying in Europe for a longer time. Home is good, but after being here, I think we'll all feel like aliens in our own hometowns.
Much love,
Mickeelie
Aliens in our midst. Maybe that's what the German's we're thinking watching the antics on the frozen harbor. Reminds me of Sting's lyrics from "English man in New York, "I'm an alien I'm a legal alien I'm an Englishman in New York". For any one who has traveled the world or experienced different culture or ways of life even in their home land and don't feel changed in some way when they return home possibly never truly opened their eyes, mind or soul to the world around them.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad I've had that opportunity in Canada and other continents.
Love ya, Dad o.
That's why it's called "home", Sweety. And if it makes you feel any better, Mick, I've always thought of you as an alien life form, so what will have changed, really?
ReplyDeleteBrian, I've always liked that tune too.
True enough. I like being an alien life form, so why not take joy in the fact that I am a bit different than I was before I left? It's what I wanted anyway.
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