Leaving on a Jet Plane
That's right. My time in Guatemala is coming to a close. Tomorrow marks my one-year anniversary of living in the land of eternal springtime, volcanos, cobblestone streets, and tortillas and mangos to boot.
My original goal/plan was to live abroad for a year, and the time has come for me to move back to San Diego. I've learned a lot about myself this year, who I am whenno one's looking, what I really value, and, especially, how grateful I am to have the friends and support I do back in San Diego. I'm sad to leave my new friends and this magical place, but am excited about the next chapter in my life. I don't have a job or a place to live lined up yet, but I trust this is the right step for me.I'm sorry the blogging has been few and far between lately, but I've been trying to soak up the last of my time here. I'll get back to a more consistent schedule once I'm in the States. I'm sure I'll have tons of processing and percolating to do with the new transition.Thanks for reading, and I'd appreciate your prayers for the next few weeks and wisdom for my next steps.
An About Face
A year ago I lived in San Diego, CA. I worked at Plant With Purpose. I never imagined I would actually leave both and move to another country. I never imagined I would actually live my dream and I never imagined my dream would be this hard.I never imagined it would be so difficult to a build a new life, a new community. It's not that there isn't life or community here; it's just not the same. It's just budding and new and full of awkward Spanish conversations.But He promised I will find life here. In the Spanish syllables and the volcano views. In the distance from the ones I love, the ones who make me belly laugh and draw tears from my eyes. In my attic room adorned with the love notes of dearest friends. In a room laced with truths and guarded with prayers, dreams. In a home opened to me in the gaudy gift of hospitality. I will find life.
Am I looking?Yes and no.Sometimes all I can see is loneliness. What I've given up. My vision blurred with the pain of what I cannot see. A heart hungry for meaning and purpose and connection and engagement. A spirit fearing failure. Dwelling on my own part in this dissatisfaction of the dream.But what if loneliness is the point? Not that I shouldn't seek friends or work or community, but that I shouldn't run away from who I am, alone. That my loneliness is actually an invitation to trust. To be with the One who is Himself a community of three. A chance to look into who I am without the trappings of titles or the affirmation of deep, time-tested friendships.Why is it so hard to sit alone? To not immediately turn on Netflix and invest my emotions in someone else's life? I'm an introvert for goodness sake. I should be okay with alone time.But I find myself wrestling out of it. Willing myself to feel happy and filled without doing the hard work of finding out what it is that fills me. What it is, or Who it is, that wants to fill me.In The Cloister Walk, Kathleen Norris quotes a monastic sister, "That's a big part of adjusting to life in a monastic community, to sit and face your loneliness, your emptiness, and not let distractions turn you from the task."
I've moved to a foreign country, not vowed to lifelong celibacy, but I think the adjustment to any new life comes with loneliness and questions and chances to get it wrong and right.It's a strange resolution, I admit, but I think my first step in finding life here will be to sit and face my loneliness, my emptiness, and not let distractions turn me from the task. To not see a night alone as a failure, but as an opportunity to sit and pray. To not view a delayed email as proof that I am not worthy of pursuit, but instead as a reminder that, of course, I am not worthy of pursuit, but I am pursued anyway, by a Love worth receiving.So I will sit. I will not sulk. And I will sign off Netflix. And I will seek life in Guatemala.