This is my last week in Mexico City, and I am dreading the countdown. My teammates are loving the countdown, but my stomach churns every time they do. I have come to love Mexico City, because I have found some really good friends here despite the lack of linguistic abilities. This is one place where I can confidently say I have no idea if I will ever come back - for the sheer distance. Otherwise, I might think about moving here. Hahaha...There are not good enough reasons for me to move here permanently, unless God says so of course. That will be too random.
I have been able to step out from my normal lenses and watch from another side of me. Struggles will always be, but what do I make of them? I hope I have come out learning much more about myself and what ticks me off, so that I know when exactly to quickly humble myself before God. Easy to say theoretically but forgotten very often practically. The nuances drowned some thoughts, but the thoughts are beginning to come alive again. Am I sure of the road I am treading? How can I ever be sure until I have walked it?
Uncertainty is a good thing with adventures I guess. Let's see how long can I stand this more.
chela.
I have been able to step out from my normal lenses and watch from another side of me. Struggles will always be, but what do I make of them? I hope I have come out learning much more about myself and what ticks me off, so that I know when exactly to quickly humble myself before God. Easy to say theoretically but forgotten very often practically. The nuances drowned some thoughts, but the thoughts are beginning to come alive again. Am I sure of the road I am treading? How can I ever be sure until I have walked it?
Uncertainty is a good thing with adventures I guess. Let's see how long can I stand this more.
chela.
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