Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Dreaming About Tallinn
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Dreaming About Spring, Sun, and Swans.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Dreaming About the Russian Breakdown: Part 2
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Dreaming About the Russian Breakdown: Part 1
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Dreaming About 1 Month and 1 Day
Monday, February 1, 2010
Dreaming About Directions
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Dreaming About Productive Sundays
I had a productive Sunday. It was wonderful! I got up at a decent hour and met up with a fellow classmate at the computer labs to work on a project that was due. We were finished by noon, which allowed me to eat a tasty lunch while watching a tv show on my computer (yay for streaming). After that I did some homework until 2pm.
That’s when the real fun started. I went with a group to a local orphanage about 10min walk away. We spent about 2 hours playing games. The children were a little varied in age, the youngest was about 4 and the oldest, 14. We played games like Mingle Mingle, Sharks and Minnows, and Simon Says. After that some of the group played basketball with the older boys. I played with two of the younger boys who loved my camera. We had plenty of photo shoots and movies until the battery died on us. They then moved on the next camera (how fast popularity comes and goes –sigh-). The best thing about my afternoon at the orphanage? I don’t speak or understand Russian or Lithuania. I had no idea what anybody said and I couldn’t say anything that would be understood by anyone but the LCC students. Verbal communication was lost to me and I appreciated that. Sure, it would have been way more convenient but to lose it forced us to communicate on a different level. One of the little boys I played with had learned to count to 10 in English. When I was his age I was learning to count to 10 in Spanish and I thought I was the coolest person because I knew two languages. We connected through a shared experience. Games and fun are a language all of its own. I remembered that language today.
Right after the orphanage I got to go to church. Not a church, not my church, but church. Catholic church in the definition of the words rather than the denomination denoted to them. I hung out with my universal family of believers. Can you say amazing? The church is English speaking and made up of mostly LCC professors and their families, and students. We meet in the upstairs of the Salvation Army. Random fact time; the buildings here are so crazy beautiful that the Salvation Army building (aka, not the best in town) has marble stairs, marble! Worshiping was refreshing in a way I hardly describe. Afterwards, we shared a meal of incredible proportions. Sloppy Joes! I never before realized how much I love American food!
As if that day were not amazing enough already when I came home I got to skpe my kids at APC! Seeing their faces was the sprinkles, fudge, and cherry on my brilliant Sunday! If only everyday could be Sunday...Dreaming About a Big Mac
I went to McDonalds on Saturday. I know, I know, I went halfway around the world to eat at McDonalds. A restaurant (if you can call it that) that I don’t even eat at when I am home. Not really sure if that makes it better or worse.
However, I promised my little brother, Joey, that I would eat at least once at a McDonalds. Random fact time; there are two in Klaipeda and there were five in Vilnius, although we didn’t eat at any there. I will find out how many there are in Russia when I embark on that trip in March and I hear that they also have Burger King!
However wrong it may be to eat at an American restaurant while in Lithuania I can almost guarantee that I will return. I loved that hamburger and fries so much more than I normally would. For one, the food is better here because the ingredients are slightly different and also, I am missing American food. We got Sloppy Joes on Sunday after church and all the study abroad students where in food heaven. In a way, I am missing the United States. Don’t get me wrong, I am so happy here and nowhere near ready to leave. I doubt whether I will be ready to leave in May. That aside, the US is my home.
Certain people I know and have met in the past few years have tried to make me feel guilty that the US is my home. It’s almost as if I can’t be proud of the fact that I grew up in America as opposed to abroad and I can’t claim the US as my country with happiness. I am a Californian, I was born and raised in California and it is my home. I don’t need to feel guilty about my home. Sure, it may not sound as cool as some other country but it is mine. My roommate was talking to me tonight about why I like it here in the hopes she would like it more. I asked her why she didn’t like it and she said it was because it wasn’t home (she is Latvian). Walking into that McDonalds gave me a 20min escape to home. I was surrounded by familiar smells (fries, mmm) and familiar sights.
I plan to live abroad in the future (how far in the future is still up for debate, I think it will be a long while still). Currently, the destination on my heart is England but we will see where God plants me (Eastern Europe is definitely growing on me). When I get there it won’t matter how long I am gone, the US will always be my home, it will always be a part of me. I am more than okay with that. I am proud of that. I am an American.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Dreaming About Old Habits
I slept through my alarm this morning. It took me less than a week of classes to fail to wake up after the dreaded beeping. I immediately fell into a dream justifying why I could sleep through class. Apparently, in the class we were going to learn how to boil water so if you were already familiar with that skill you had permission to skip class. Fortunately for me, my brain was awake enough to reason that that couldn't be the case and I awoke with a start with 20 min to dress and hurry to class.
Why am I choosing to tell you this? It reminded me of something I needed reminding of; I am still me. I have all my same bad habits and weird quirks. All the same fears and strengths. I am still the girl with weird dreams who sleeps through her alarm most mornings. I came to Lithuania and somewhere deep inside I think I believed that if I just went somewhere else I could be someone else, the person I thought I should be. But that's not ever true, is it?
I am currently sitting at my desk on the sixth floor looking through my huge window at a gorgeous scene. There is snow everywhere and the sky is clear of clouds. The sun has just dipped beneath the horizon but traces of sweeping pink, yellow, green, and blue linger behind hazy outlines of buildings and trees as lights begin to illuminate the streets and windows. It's breathtaking. It's where I am, but it says nothing about me. It doesn't define me or do anything to me.
Sure, I am in a new place. And yes, I want to grow and change and learn here. But just being here won't do that for me. It requires something of me. Otherwise, I will come home the exact same person who left and I don't see that as a good thing. Likewise, I don't think it would be healthy to come home a completely different person either. But if I don't grow, then my time here would be wasted. It would be wasted no matter where I was because life is a growing process and it doesn't stop unless we make it stop by becoming complacent. I don't want to ever get to the point where I am complacent. Growing can hurt, I have learned this in excruciating detail during the past few years. Despite that, we continue to choose to grow. Because the outcome is worth the pain. Because the masterpiece emerges from the mess.
Peace.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Dreaming About Classes
Well, I am three days into class. I would say that is an official start to the semester, yes? As of currently I think I am going to like them all although I have yet to pick a favorite (or least favorite). The final list is as follows:
MWF: Youth Ministry (excited to see the European aspects), Cross Culture (study abroad class only on Monday), C.S. Lewis (I love him, the man is brilliant).
T/TH: History of Translation (interesting), Digital Photography (fun), The English Bible as Literature (I think I have an advantage considering the English Bible is the only one I know).
Life is beginning to fall into a routine here. I have a 8:30am class every day which means that until the end of the month I will be waking up in the dark and walking to class before the sun peeks over the horizon. The days are currently short, about 7-8 hours of light, but no worries as we gain 4 min of daylight every day (twice as fast as CA) so by the time I leave there will be well over 12 hours of daylight each day. J
I have got the bus system figured out well enough that I can find my way to places and even took it by myself today! A huge accomplishment for me considering I am brilliant at getting lost. While some people make a big deal about public transportation it is really not weird for me. I will definitely miss my car but I think I will miss driving more than the convenience of having a car. I enjoy walking (even in the cold) and I am actually enjoying public transportation. As for the cold, I am acclimating really well and it has warmed up a bit since we got here. It has been in the high 20’s most days and the sun is starting to shine more, and when the sun shines, it is BRIGHT!
My room is a still a learning process. I won’t pretend it isn’t hard to have roommates who speak mostly Russian while in the room, sometimes I feel left out but I keep telling myself that they aren’t talking about me or ignoring me but for a room of four people I sometimes feel very alone. Last night was fun, my roommate and I watched Sense and Sensibility together as the power went on and off. 10 times. We are up to 4 outages today. The story is that someone (probably an American) has something unconverted plugged in and keeps blowing out the entire building. It’s annoying. There was even a rumor that someone had a tanning bed in their room, I found that one hard to believe. How would you fit one of those?? Oh, best thing about the rooms: the towel warmer in the shower room. Sometimes, I just like to warm up my cold hands on it, it is so nice.
One last note for everyone who said I would meet a boy. It is true, his name is Isak and he is adorable. We spent four hours together today. Unfortunately for those same people, he is only 7 months old and part of our time included me changing his diaper but I am sold. He is the son of the VP of student life and I am sure there will be more on him later as our relationship progresses.
Peace.