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Turning My Dreams into Adventures

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Okay guys, I have done it! I have decided to take a calculated investment and change the course of my life. I have started my journey as a digital nomad!!!
Let me tell you a little bit about my story and about the community that found me.

First off, I was sick of my job.

Sick of being stuck in an office when there was so much world out there to see.

Sick of letting my dreams wait and slowly fade.

I wasn’t getting any younger.

I knew I didn’t want to be chained at a desk for the rest of my life.

There was and is so much more to this life.

I needed something different. A way to be able to live out my dreams but still have some sort of sustenance coming in.

And then I found it!

Turningdreamsintoadventures.com

It was sort of like when I was in Jamaica and I stepped to the edge of a cliff willing my pounding heart to settle and my legs to just jump.

It wasn’t that far to the water below and I did not come all this way to stay the same.

I finally just threw my fear aside and jumped! And just like I jumped into that water, I jumped into a new way of living.

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We were in Jamaica!

And it was absolutely beautiful!!

The sun was shining on our salted skin.

The breeze blew through our fingers and hair.

It was completely peaceful and completely exciting!!!

This was our adventure!

From swimming with dolphins,

To riding horseback through the ocean,

To jumping off of cliffs into beautiful clear crystal rivers,

To being surrounded by beautiful birds,

And flowers,

To eating tons of delicious food!!!
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When it came time to go home,

You can be sure we did not want to leave.

But we went back home to our normal lives and jobs.

Don’t get me wrong, we have a wonderful life.

But we got married to be together.

We always talk about how we have to go earn stupid money at our jobs so we can survive.

So we go to our 8 hours a day jobs 5 to sometimes 7 days out of the week.

Just to earn enough to get through the month and hopefully save a little for another adventure 5 years down the road.

I sit in a windowless office daily, without sunshine and without fresh air.

And I know this is not what I want for my life. There is so much more to life than this!

I felt like a hamster running around a wheel and not going anywhere.

I was tired of just getting by.

I was tired of being a slave to a paycheck.

I got scared when I thought about being stuck here for the rest of my life.

I knew God had more for my life than this.

This life is meant to live to the full and to experience His beauty and spread His love!

I thought about my job and wondered if maybe I just needed a new one. But I did not want to trade one office in for another.

No, I wanted something completely different!

I wanted to love and inspire others and be there for my family instead of putting slaving away for a paycheck over them.

It really hit home to my heart when a lady I interviewed with told me she wanted a replacement so she could retire and be with her family!

She had been at her job for 25 years!! And she wanted to travel and see her grand-kids and actually start living her life!

That was it. I knew I did not want to wait for my dreams to happen. I did not want to be in my sixties before I could live fully.

It was time I explored a new career, one that would allow me the freedoms I craved so much.

Something that allowed me to dictate my own schedule.

That’s when I decided to become a Digital Nomad.

What is a Digital Nomad?

Being a digital nomad means I can do my work from anywhere!

And I can have a business that actually earns and runs for me 24/7 without ever stepping into an office again!

I can actually be outside in the sunshine!

And breathe in fresh air!

I can work on my own time.

Which means when my sister calls and needs some encouragement, I don’t have to make her wait while I put in my hours.

I can actually go take her to get some hot chocolate,

And actually listen to her struggles.

It means I don’t have to leave my dogs and cats at home alone all day.

It means my husband and I can actually travel more and visit all of the places we’ve only been dreaming of.

It means I don’t work for the clock or for money anymore, time and money work for me now.

At first when I thought about joining this digital nation, I was kind of skeptical.

I had tried before to find a way to escape my job and work digitally.

But every program or group I came into contact with was so overwhelming and very expensive and didn’t really have much promise to make my life any better.

They didn’t care about me, just about my money.

I needed to find a group of people who had the same desires I had,

Who wanted to inspire and encourage and make real change.

Real people who knew where I was coming from and who knew how to guide me to where I wanted to be.

So, even though I was skeptical, I decided I did not want to stay where I was. And what could I lose by trying?

So I decided to take a chance and join this digital world.

As I read through and listened to other people’s stories, I realized they were just normal people like me trying to find and make a change.

Only they had the exact answers and steps I needed to actually make change!

And even more surprising, they weren’t just people, they were a family.

They cared about me and they cared about helping me reach my goals. They believed in me and taught me how to believe in myself.

Because they had been where I was they knew the struggles I would face and knew how to walk me through each step with the least difficulty but with the most reward.

I know there are so many others out there going through the same struggles I was…lost, not knowing which direction to go.

I feel so fortunate to now be in a position to help others…

I’ve made it my mission to help guide/mentor others in finding a new path in life!

If interested in finding out more info about this digital family I joined then reach out to me.

Comment “Dreams” below and I’ll personally be in contact.
Or… check us out at the link below:

Turningdreamsintoadventures.com

Simply enter your Name & Email to register for a No-Cost web-class that’ll teach you more about what we do…

…and how we’ve been able to turn our dreams into reality!

Time is running out ⏳

This life is short. And I know I am not going to waste any minute I have. I’m going after my dreams!

Turningdreamsintoadventures.com

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Settling Down as a TCK

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I just read a post from the blog The Third Culture Kid Project that is titled “The Day I Compromised.” In it the author talks about how settling down is not a sign of failure for a TCK. This truth gently relieved a dormant wound I’d covered away until I could find a salve to soothe it. As a TCK you’re always told how much you have to offer the world since you have travelled outside of your home country- in my case America. It is true that as a traveler of the world your mind becomes more open and you learn how relate to people in other countries more easily – sometimes more easily than those in your own home country. You learn to appreciate different cultures and to see more of the outside world than wherever you happen to be living at the time. Those foreigners no longer seem strange but feel more like family. Because of this, you are told as a TCK you can work anywhere and you can help teach other people who never have been outside their own country to see the world a little bit differently. You have a perspective others don’t have the opportunity to have. You have a wealth of nations behind you and in you and a part of you. Think of how much you could do and accomplish!

So when a TCK -me- does “settle down” it can feel as if I am a failure for not living out the potential that is supposed to be in me. I see friends who are also TCKs living in other countries and helping the world and living up to that potential. And when I see them I am amazed and rejoice at all they are accomplishing and get to live through. But there is also a piece of me that becomes disheartened as I sit at my desk job back in the little town I was born in. Don’t get me wrong I have a wonderful life and I am so extremely grateful and am so blessed. I got to marry the man of my dreams who I never thought it would ever be possible to date let alone marry! We have a house and a very cute pitbull who is a huge baby we get to take all kinds of walks with through fantastic forests. We have electric and running water and warm beds and air conditioning when it gets too humid and heat when it snows. We get snow!!! God has blessed us with great jobs and He continues to provide for us and gives us more than we could need and want. Please believe I do not regret what all God has done for us.

Still, as a TCK, there is this restlessness at times to travel the world and absorb all I can. And see the beauties of God’s world before it’s all gone. There is this dark whisper inside that tells me I gave up because I’m not in another country and doing something grand and accomplishing more. That darkness makes it hard to see that settling down isn’t failing. Sometimes I feel like settling down means that all I have grown through and gone through and travelled through is being wasted. That more than half of my life was for nothing. I know this isn’t true. And I wouldn’t change anything. But it is something that I don’t like to dwell on. This is why when another TCK says that settling down is not failing it relieves a wound I know they deal with too.

And when I think about it, we’re all just living. Those TCKs living in countries that are not their passport countries home are just living their lives the same as I’m just living mine. We’re just on other sides of the world. We live with worlds inside us no matter where we are. We are still world travellers even when we “settle down” whether it’s in our passport’s home country or the one we decided to settle down in. Settling down isn’t giving up. It’s just living. And it doesn’t mean you will never travel again. It also doesn’t mean that those mixtures of cultures inside you die. They will still be there. They are a part of you and they helped to form you. You will always be a culture all your own. No matter where you decide to “settle down.”

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Blogger Recognition Award

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First of all thank you so much to Lyndel Paris at Island Girl on a Mission for nominating me for the Blogger Recognition Award! I’ve never been nominated or won any sort of award before -except at the county fair when I threw darts at the correct amount of balloons to win a stuffed animal- but I’m not sure if that counts as an award. Anyway, I just want to say thank you from my sometimes ink-stained, typed-out fingers and emotional rollercoaster imagination but especially thank you from my very grateful heart for taking time that is all your own to read my blog. Sometimes, not just as a writer, you can start to feel like no one sees or hears you. Or maybe they hear but aren’t really listening. It can be discouraging. But that’s when we have to remember that we write, speak, and live and persevere not to receive praise or recognition but because of the kind of person we want to be. To build our integrity and character. But that is not to say that it does not feel good when someone comes along side you and says, “I see you and I hear you.” So thank you very much Miss Lyndel Paris for listening!

How Writings from the Cave Began

I started my blog, Writings from the Cave, after realizing I didn’t just want to write in silence anymore. At University I took several writing classes and it was encouraging to write with others who loved to write and who were also discovering our creativity and being challenged to continue to grow and think and write in new ways. After I graduated, that community was gone. I was back to writing in silence. I failed at finding a writing group to be a part of- schedules are busy and clash sometimes- but I knew I didn’t just want to stop writing. I believed God wanted me to write and I did not want to just sit and let my mind grow stagnant. So I decided to start a blog where complete strangers could read anything I wrote and give me accountability and community. They could give me advice and reassure me when I started to doubt myself. All of my life I usually only had my mom around to read anything I wrote and she’s my mom so of course she would like anything I wrote and of course she would think I was a great writer. And even though I am so grateful for my mom taking the time to read anything I handed her and for giving me unlimited encouragement and support, I still wanted to have a place where others could give me their opinions.

Besides needing accountability I also needed an outlet. A place that was all my own where I could just write truthfully and honestly about the goings on in my heart and mind. It was a sort of therapy to set free so much that had been hidden and trapped and built up in me over 20 or so years. So even though I was hesitant – what if no one likes what I write? Or I do it wrong? – I started a blog for my own sake and hoped for the best.

Advice for New Bloggers 

So, this leads to my first piece of advice for new bloggers. From a new blogger myself who is till learning how to do everything, I just want to say “Don’t be afraid.” When you feel that fear rising in you whispering doubts to your mind and attempting to make you feel as if you aren’t good enough, fight that fear back with bravery and post what is on your heart. Don’t write for others to like you or to notice you or write what you think others want to hear, write for yourself. Write from your heart and let your heart speak even when you are scared to. Your honesty and authenticity will  be what makes your writing beautiful even if you don’t know all of the “rules.”

Don’t write for a number of “likes” you want to receive. If you write a post and no one even takes notice of it you will start to feel worthless and as though your writing does not matter. I guess I am saying don’t base how good your writing is on how many people acknowledge it. Choose to be confident in your writing knowing you spoke from your heart and you spoke the truth whether it is noticed or not.

Believe that you do have something to say and a unique way of saying it that others need to hear. I used to get discouraged – and sometimes still do- when thinking about all of the awesome writers out there and all of the people writing and I thought who would choose to read me when they have so many options available to them. But then I thought about all of the different TV shows that exist and how each of them has their own story to tell even if the stories are similar they are told in different ways and people love watching even if they have heard the story before. So I ignored the failure voice inside my head and wrote anyway. So, believe in your voice and in your story and in the words you have to say. Believe that your voice will not get lost in a sea of voices.

Nominees

That being said I would like to nominate the following brave bloggers who have inspired me and encouraged me and allowed me to see their world:

Elaina M. Avalos

The Wild Heart of Life

Justified Ecstasy

Melody Chen

A Light Circle

Ashlin Horne

The Renegade Press

Freckled Foolery

OTV Magazine

Africa Far and Wide

In Passing Bye

The Third Culture Kid Project

Tea & Bannock

Sahaj Kaur Kohli

Live Original

 

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Love Without Debate

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Sometimes I think we Christians think too much about the rules and about what people should or shouldn’t do. We have a measuring rod which we use to analyze how others measure up or don’t measure up to our rules or what we think God’s rules are. We try to figure out when it’s okay to judge someone and point out to someone when something in their life looks wrong. I think we try to plan out someone else’s life and how we think God thinks they should be living it. Why do we think that is our place? We don’t know what is going on in that person’s heart or mind or how God’s heart is speaking to theirs. God works in all ways and reaches one person’s heart in a different way than He reaches another’s. And He has all the time in the world to get to know someone and for them to get to know Him.

I think we try so hard to force Jesus on people and make them live the life we were instructed to  live and be as miserable in our legalism as we are because we think that’s what makes them a “true follower.” “As long as you reach this point you are good” “As long as you reach this level of knowledge or maturity then you know you’re a true follower.” But people don’t all grow the same. And reaching a certain level in someone’s eyes or in the eyes of the “church” does not make you a follower of Jesus. You can follow all the rules you want but not be following Jesus. You can grow up going to church every Sunday morning and night and every Wednesday and attend Bible studies. You can know the Bible word for word and quote it. But never have met Jesus. Faith isn’t following all of the rules. Your salvation doesn’t depend on your attendance or on how well you reach perfection. Your salvation does not depend on what you do. Your salvation depends on what Jesus has already done for you.

We won’t and can’t ever know what God’s plans for another person’s life are except that His plans are for the good and not to harm and to give hope. The only thing we can be absolutely certain that God does want us to do for other people is to love them and forgive them. And not the kind of love that debates on whether or not to give “tough” love. It is not our’s to determine whether or not someone deserves love. Jesus didn’t say “Love someone as long as they deserve it” or “Love as long as they reach your standard.” All he said was, “Love as I have loved you.” (John 13:34) And how did He love us? Did He hesitate to make sure we were good enough before He died on that cross for us? Did He make sure we deserved it before He gave us His abundant grace and mercy? Did He make sure we followed all of the rules and knew His words and could quote them before He said, “I love and accept you.” ?

God didn’t ask us to determine who is sinning and who is not. He only asked us to Love.

God does not love like us. He does not withhold love until we reach a certain standard. He doesn’t only accept you as long as you’re perfect and follow all the rules. He loves you completely no matter how incomplete you feel or no matter how worthless others make you feel. He sees your worth and your beauty. He sees your heart and how it hurts and what makes it happy.

We need to stop trying so hard to determine whether or not it’s okay to love someone and whether or not they’re good enough or living in sin and just love. God didn’t place us on the judgment seat or the determining-whether-you’re-good-enough seat. In truth, He warned, “Do not judge, or you too will be judged. 2 For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.” ( Matthew 7: 1-2) When we sit and try to figure out whether someone is “living as they should” we become prideful and self-righteous. Then in our self-righteousness we start living as though our goodness is what saved us. We stop living in God’s grace and then we stop giving grace to other people. We start living by the law and stop living by faith.

We have to remember or come to realize God’s grace is abundant. He didn’t hold back. He didn’t debate on how to love us. He just loved us. There is room enough in God’s grace for us.  For all of our failings. For all of our humanness.

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If God Could Write a Letter to You

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Dear One,

I’ve been thinking about you. I’ve seen how much you have gone through these past couple of years. I’ve felt your pain and even your numbness. I’ve counted your tears and collected them in a bottle along with mine. I’ve heard the lies and the rumors. I’ve seen the deceit and the misunderstandings. I heard your heart break and mine broke too. But I’ve also watched you accomplish so much despite all the struggles you’ve been through. I’ve watched you grow. And I see a confidence and self-assuredness in you that I know you can’t quite see yet. But it is there. There is so much I’ve wanted to tell you and so much I want to tell you. It is a good thing we have all of eternity for me to enjoy you and for you to see how amazing you are. Since I have so much I want you to know, I thought I’d tell you a few of my thoughts. Let this be the first of many to come.

I know you truly believe that you are annoying, and that you annoy every man and boy around you. But just because one man’s actions, or no action, left you feeling you were the annoyance of the world does not make it true. And if it’s any comfort to you, you could never annoy me. I will never shout at you to “Be quiet!” or tell you, “You’re too loud!” I will never shush the voice I gave you. I love to hear you talk. Whether it’s about Ryan Reynolds or about dance or how much you love your friends or how hurt you are by others words. I love to hear your voice. Especially your jokes. I knew I poured in the right mixture of humor for you. And your laugh is fantastic! If you find yourself in a room where no one is laughing, if they ever hear you laugh, it will cause them to smile and laugh too. So don’t get mad when you laugh at your own jokes. That was part of my plan. 😉

Although I do so love to listen to your voice, there are times when your words sadden my heart. When you call yourself fat and when you say you hate yourself, my heart breaks more every time. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. And stop thinking I’m just being biased because I created you. I’m not. Remember I don’t show favoritism and I don’t lie. So when I say you are so extremely beautiful and perfect, it is the truth. I know others have made you feel less than beautiful and their self-centered words have pierced your heart. I know, because it pierced mine as well. Remember I am for you and never against you. So when you hurt, I hurt too. When you cry, your tears roll down my face too.

I know this relationship we have is hard because it is so long distance, sometimes it feels like an eternal distance, but I want you to know how close I am to you. You don’t have to see me for me to be with you. Do you see your heart? But it still beats. Since I can’t really show you how wonderful you are, I will tell you every day how delighted I am with you. So let my words keep you beating through this hard life. It will take time for you to believe my words about you but eventually you see how wondrous and amazing you truly are. And don’t let the enemy make you think it is prideful to see yourself the way I do. Every day I will remind you how special and beautiful and glorious you are! When the morning light wakes you up and graces its rays through your copper, brown hair and shines through your crystal blue eyes and glows against your soft white skin, I will remind you. And I will not get tired of reminding you.

I know that you are not used to such love like this, and I am so sorry it is such a foreign feeling to you. That is not how I wanted it. I also know that since you are not used to it, it can make you feel uncomfortable at times. But there is no catch. And I am not manipulating you or trying to take advantage of you as so many others have done. My intention is never to hurt your heart. I only want to help and heal and restore. I created you for such greatness. So much greatness it will be unbelievable at times. But believe it, my dear one.

When people call you “weird”, I call you wonderful and will whisper to you to continue to be who you are. When they call you a “bad role model” and a “troublemaker” and “just a girl with daddy issues”, I call you my beloved daughter who shines such light it makes the most brilliant star look dull in comparison. Remember when they say such evil things against you, that they are lost human beings who have not yet come to know my love for them. Do not allow their sinful words to live in your mind and seep into your heart. Replace their words with mine and I’ll repeat them until you believe them. Replace their scowls with my smile. Trade the darkness that imprisons for the light that frees.

So my dear one, listen to my voice. Speak loudly, sing courageously, dance poetically, and be your most silly, beautiful, wonderful self. You are not “too much” that you should be diminished or belittled. Be all of who you are. Do not let their words steal your voice away. Do not let your voice get lost in theirs. When you start to doubt who you are, I will be right here to remind you. When you feel lost and as if you don’t belong, remember you belong to me. I am your’s and all I have is for you. I have made you a conqueror. I will never leave you. I am here for you whenever you need anything. I will provide. I will take care of you. And I will always remind you.
I am delighted in you. I find such pleasure in you. You make me smile. You make me laugh. You make my soul sing. You make me proud to be your Father. And you could never do anything to diminish that pride. You do not disappoint me. And do not ever worry about disappointing me. Remember I am for you not against you. You make me love you. I don’t just love you because your my creation. I love you for all of who you are. You can come to me with good and bad and my love will not get any smaller. It only grows greater each day as I get to watch you be you. So shine, and don’t stop. You light up my world.

Never forget I love you. And that is a love you never have to earn.

Love,
God / Father 😉

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When the Phone Rings

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The phone rang.
And my stomach turned cold.
I held my breath.
My heart beat faster.
I tried to calm my heart so I could listen and watch for any signs that something might be wrong.
Oh, it was just a phone call about softball practice.
Everything was fine. Everyone is okay.
I didn’t know why I always tensed up and fear shot through my stomach and heart each time the phone rang. Zach never looked terrified when his phone rang. Why wasn’t he panicking?
Why was I panicking? Why was my body always reacting as if something alarming had happened on the other end of the phone?
I know I don’t like loud noises and phones can ring pretty loud but it wasn’t that. It seemed every time the phone rang I tensed up in fear just waiting for sad news. I knew something bad had happened.
It wasn’t until a few days ago when I wasn’t totally thinking about this strange, fearful reaction that the answer hit me upside the head making everything so much clearer.
We didn’t really receive phone calls as I was growing up. We had a landline phone – before cell phones – but since we lived in Africa making and receiving phone calls was very expensive. Every minute was charged. So we didn’t call people and people didn’t call us. Unless something bad happened.

Big Bill is in the hospital. He almost died and they don’t think he’ll make it. And you’re not there to hug Zach.
Grandpa had another stroke. It doesn’t look good. Grandma’s okay. We’ll let you know more later. What if later is too late?
Aunt Kimmey has a bad form of cancer. She’s taking treatments. But we need to pray. Because that’s all you can do.
Aunt Janie has brain cancer. They didn’t give her very long to live. Will you see her again?
Your two dogs died of tick bite fever even though you just saw them a few days ago and they were fine.
Your Grandpa had another stroke again. It’s worse than before. He may be waiting to say goodbye. You might have to come home again even though you just got home.
Your Aunt Vickie is in the hospital and your cousin Emilee needs you. But your 8,729 miles away.
Your friend’s father just died suddenly. And you can’t comfort her.

Because calling long distance cost so much money, people only called when really important things happened. And usually really important things were really bad things. Or maybe I just remember the really bad, scary things. I do remember a “Happy Birthday” call but that didn’t happen every year like birthdays do. And the bad hits cruelly. With the “Happy Birthday” call at least everyone was celebrating, wishing they could be there with you. But when the other, more frequent calls came, there was nothing you could do. You weren’t there to comfort and you weren’t there to say goodbye if necessary. You were thousands of miles away.

I think that was the problem. I was being informed of things happening an ocean away that I could do nothing about except sit in fear and suspense and pray. It wasn’t like we could just drive down to the hospital and see things for ourselves. No, one phone call could uproot my whole world. There would be plane tickets to buy, packing to do, plans to store our stuff somewhere, finding someone to guard our house and take care of our animals? What would happen to my cat Gray? I just got back. We were just united again. He was ten years old and I knew my constant leaving him was taking his breathe away a little at a time. It was taking mine away. He was my best friend. He was there when no one was. I didn’t have friends but he sat with me. He laid on my paper when I colored. He covered up the words of my Bible and books I tried to read with his paw as if he wanted to know too. He knew when I was sad and he just rubbed against me trying to cheer me up. He laid with me when I was sick and couldn’t move letting me know I would be okay. He slept on my pillow every night and was my alarm clock for school in the morning. Even on Saturdays. It was difficult for him to learn Saturdays were okay to sleep in on. He was my protector from scorpions and centipedes and my comforter. Anytime I packed a bag he climbed in it. And when I came home after furlough he literally hugged my neck and would not let me go. He was my best friend. He’d been with me from the beginning. Born under my bed when I was five and my traveling buddy to our new life. My constant friend. I loved him and I knew he loved me.

I remember one time we had just got settled in a place to stay after we had been gone for a long time and had just gotten into the slow flow of things again when we got a call one night that my Grandpa had a bad stroke. They thought he was dying and waiting on my dad to come back and say goodbye. I was terrified. Not because of my Grandpa. I was sad for him but I didn’t really know him. I knew my dad was sad and worried but he had reason to be. I heard my parents talking on the porch about what we might have to do. I went to the door shaking – I can still feel my heart pounding and my fingers have started shaking writing this- I went to the screen door. My dad said we might have to go back. And I dreadingly fearfully asked, “What will happen to Gray?” I knew in my heart it was not the right thing to say but I was terrified. And you will probably think it was selfish of me to be concerned about my “stupid cat” rather than my grandfather. My dad certainly made it clear he thought so. And maybe you all are right.

But it was more than that. I instantly started crying and apologizing. I saw the disappointed faces and heard the disappointed thoughts. But I couldn’t put into words all I was crying to say. So I went back to my bed and prayed for my Grandfather to get better. Because I did not want to leave again.

I think this call was the epitome of why I get struck with fear every time the phone rings. Even now. Throughout the following days we waited for the call. The call that would deliver the bad news or the call that would call us home. Or both. But we were never called to come “home.” So I didn’t have to leave home. And I felt relieved. But I still felt at fault. Like it was because of my selfishness that my grandfather didn’t die and my dad knew it. I knew that he would carry my selfishness with him for years and that he would blame me if Grandpa did pass and we weren’t there. It was my fault. It was always my fault.

So today, when the phone rings, all those fears and feelings come flooding back in. I expect bad news because that’s what I always heard after the phone rang. But realizing this and knowing this now I hope will help me stop panicking even though I don’t know what is happening on the other end. I have to tell myself “It’s okay now. You’re here. You’re home. You life will not be uprooted to a different life a thousand miles away. You’re not leaving anything behind.” Even though I won’t have to uproot my home there still will be calls that uproot my heart with pain. And still all I can do is pray. Even though I’m here now. But in the meantime I’m trying to teach myself that not every call is bad and scary. Just because the phone rings does not mean there is bad news on the other end.

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You Saw Me

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It used to conflict me that you never asked about my life in Africa. You never mentioned it and you never seemed shocked or excited when I told you about the scorpion in my bed or the snake that tried to eat my monkey. Didn’t it interest you? Didn’t I interest you? Everyone one else had millions of questions for me but you never had one.
I didn’t realize it then but you were giving me exactly what I had always longed for.
I hid behind Africa for so long. I wasn’t interesting without it. When people found out where I grew up, I became exciting to talk to. I was like a foreign relic they could show off and brag about. Who was I without Africa?
But you were different. You gave me a place to rest where Africa didn’t define me. I defined me. Where Africa is not what made me interesting. A place where you were only interested in me. You weren’t talking to me because you wanted to safari my past. You weren’t interested in me because of the lions and elephants and snakes. You showed me you only cared about me. You didn’t boast about your souvenir from Africa. To you I was more than an airplane ticket to an adventure. I was the adventure.
I struggled with my past. I used it to feel interesting. Africa is where I got my worth. Other times I hid it because I wanted to see if anyone was interested in only me. That was a scary option though. And it was hard to tell a story without bringing Africa up. So most of the time I would just stay silent. But you are helping me to see that my past is not a story I need to tell to find worth. And it’s not something I need to hide either.
But it’s still hard. Sometimes I hide my past because I don’t want others to think I’m bragging about my history. When someone tells a story about when they were little, how do I tell a story about when I was little when all my stories involve Africa? I get afraid people will think I am trying to one up them. How do I relate to a normal childhood when mine was anything but normal?
How do I relate? I guess that’s the real question. One I’ve been asking since I became a third culture kid. I thought maybe the question would go away once I became an adult. But I’m still asking… why don’t I fit in? Why don’t I know how to hold a conversation? Or even start one? Why do I still feel awkwardly foreign? Why don’t I have friends? What am I doing wrong? What are the unspoken rules? I thought I had them figured out. But I don’t. How will I ever feel at home?
But that’s when your voice comes back to calm my fears. I’m your home now. You never have to wander again. I love you for you. Your past doesn’t define you. You’re worth more than the pink and purple sunsets and the dirt roads and the starry filled sky. It is beautiful but that’s not why you’re beautiful. Don’t be afraid to talk about Africa. It’s not just a story, it is your life. Your life is where stories come from.
Even though I tried to hide behind my stories or behind my silence, you still saw me. You still see me. You don’t see the awkward foreign girl who doesn’t know social rules. You don’t see the bilingual translator who can’t understand jokes. You don’t see African. You don’t see un American. You only see me. And you’re helping me to see me too.