All my troubles seemed so far away...
Just kidding. But Beatles references are very stylish here.
Yesterday wasn't anything particularly special. I fell asleep trying to do scripture study (so I moved from the comfortable couch to the floor this morning). I went to class. I read a lot of Shakespeare. I finished my homework. I ate dinner. I went to get ice cream at McDonalds and to top up our Tube passes for our trip today. I watched a romance movie with a bunch of my fellow study abroaders. I went to bed.
But last night as I was lying on the floor of the classroom, switching between watching the movie, staring at the beautiful ceiling, and looking out the window at the beautiful buildings across the street, it occurred to me how lucky I was to be able to do something all of those things--in London. I just had one of those moments where I remembered why I came and how incredible it is that I'm here. It's good to know that those moments are coming back.
Part of it is that I've been able to talk to some people in the group who were extremely encouraging and let me talk about how scared and homesick I was. Part of it might be something familiar, my friend Will Shakespeare. I don't know. Whoever it is, I'm glad I'm getting some appreciation for being here back. It's been a rough few days.
Reading about you lying on the floor of the classroom, watching something with some of your group, looking at the beautiful ceiling and out the buildings across the way, almost brought tears to my eyes. Some places/experiences are so wonderful they make an indelible impression on the heart.
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