hello my lovely friends, family, supporters, people i love!
i’m sitting in a random coffee shop in Kitchener, Ontario and i don’t really know where to start.
i have been ‘home’ from the World Race for about a little over a week now and ‘reality’ or ‘real life’ or whatever you want to call life outside of the Race is no longer home.
i was only in Omaha for a week before heading on my month twelve/East Coast road trip with the one and only Becca Boo…
(us at one of our many ‘rest stops’ on our way from Illinois to Ontario…rest stops on long road trips were one of my many culture shocks i have encountered…they are just soo nice. and so frequent. i found myself not saying i had to go to the bathroom because i am so used to looooong rides without the possibility of a stop)
…and life on the road, life sitting in cars for hours and sleeping in other people’s beds and wearing the same outfit over and over (and over) again seems more like home.
i have been faced with the horrible task of re-entering and i am not excited.
how do i process the last year of my life?
how do i reintegrate into life in Omaha without forgetting my life on the Race?
how do i pick up my relationships with the people at home without letting go of my relationships from this last year?
how do i share this experience?
how do i explain what i am feeling?
how do i reminisce without the people who were with me?
how do i move on?
how do i keep myself from forgetting?
how do i remember that it wasn’t all a dream?
how do i move on?
life at home is not normal.
i have to keep reminding myself that life on the Race did not start off being normal and that i will adjust and i will move on and that this, this weird place in ‘limbo land’ is my next step.
thank the Lord that He is consistent. That where He is, I am at home. And that He is where ever I am.
i love you all.
thank you for your love and support over the last year.
and
guess what!
i still need it. ha. maybe more than ever.
i need prayer. prayer for patience. compassion. joy. grace.
it’s hard coming home. it’s hard being in another culture–especially one soo different than any of the cultures i’ve lived in over the year. it’s hard not being with the people i spent last year with. it’s hard explaining.
thank you again
samara
(also–i am trying to figure out if i should keep blogging…all opinions and suggestions would be welcome. leave a comment. let me know :)! )
