Change. It is something I have never really been good with. People hear me say that and they can’t believe it because I travel around the world and have lived around the world. But change is the one thing I hate the most. I dread it. It makes me crazy. Growing up I hated if anything changed. The furniture, the color of the house or our vehicles. I mean I was so bad with change that when I went on vacation with a friend in high school my mom redid our whole house without telling me because she knew I wouldn’t let her if I was home. ( not that I could have really stopped her)
And here I am at the crossroads of another change. I have spent the past three years living and teaching in Morocco. I have loved it at times and I have hated it at times. But as I leave here for the final time all I can think about are the good times. It’s funny how your mind works when it comes time to leave. I think it is great that we can only remember the good times however it does make it harder to remember why we are leaving.
Just a few good ones from over the years.
– getting locked out of our apartment and having to climb down the roof onto our balcony
– all the students and their funny comments.
– finding a pigeon in our Christmas tree in March. Meanwhile everyone’s response was why is your Christmas tree still up. Don’t worry we left it up for the next people who live in our apartment 🙂
– our mysterious rat who trashed our apartment while we were on Christmas break. (Wasn’t funny at the time but looking back now it is)
There are so many great memories that I will cherish forever. The people, the students and the places.
I sat in church yesterday and the tears just came down. Not because I was overly sad, of course I was sad but it was more because of who I have become in my three years in Morocco and how much of it had to do with that place. God has done so much in me over the past few years and especially this last year and I am so thankful for the time I have had in Morocco.
Although it has been bittersweet saying goodbye to everyone and the place that has been my home ( my wonderful apartment with a grand balcony that I will miss so much) I am ready for what’s next. I am ready to experience something new.
Will there be more tears? Of course. But only good ones. Ones full of memories and laughter.
Change is hard. It’s heartbreaking. But it leads you to so much.
