We’ve been slowly nesting in our new place. We have been picking up furniture and needed items here and there, but we haven’t really felt settled. I had hoped that after a couple months, we would be further along in the settling in process than we are.
But alas, this, like nearly everything else, has taken much longer than this impatient woman would like.
A few things happened that really helped the process along for me. The first thing was going away and coming home.
In August we traveled to Winnipeg for a conference (which was so good). We spent two weeks on the road. It was the first time in over two years that we were able to leave from a place and come back home, instead of just going from one place to the next. The whole trip was so much more enjoyable: we only had enough stuff in the car for two weeks, instead of ALL our stuff, and at the end of the trip there was a known destination, where we would be able to decompress and rest without having to negotiate a new space, new people/schedules/family cultures.
Arriving back at our place after being gone for 2 weeks totally changed how at home I feel here.
The other thing might be a little less relate-able, but made me feel like I live somewhere enough to organize and plan:
I had a pretty regular system for fermenting things in Rwanda. It is a process I appreciate and enjoy. (Although I’m not fanatic about it, I do think eating fermented foods makes Mike & I healthier.) It doesn’t take that much work – but it took finding a starter culture, and having a couple weeks in which I knew I would be around to do the steps. We’ve been enjoying this for a couple of months now. It’s a concrete sign to me of a new rhythm.
I originally started this post in September, and then was swept up in actual work, without a lot of time for reflection. It has been a full and rich season. I hesitate to say this so publicly, but it is true, and many of you have been following our journey and so I think you deserve to know: I’m actually feeling like myself again.
I want to write more about that because it has been significant, but I hate rambling blog posts, so I’ll try to stick to the point and write more about that another time.
In October we were able to return to Pennsylvania for the 1 year anniversary of the launch of Harbor Fellowship. Words fail me now to talk about what a sweet gift this was – but again, relevant to this post – when we flew back home, the skies were clear, and as we approached the airport and I was able to identify the different islands and towns along our approach, my heart was singing out that I was arriving home.