wow, has it really been that long since i've posted?! the funny thing is, it's now an almost completely different person that writes this post than the author of the previous blogs. it amazes me to read the posts of the last year and i wonder where that girl disappeared to. part of her was lost on an adventurous quest in alaska, the rest of her vanished in a thick english fog. now i sit at the computer in a freezing cold building on my own, wondering where life will take me next. should i stay? or should i go? and where do i mean when i say stay? stay in merry ole england-working at the reading boiler room, even if they didn't have a building, just to be with the people. or stay in kansas city, finishing that one last semester of uni, working, living with friends, bringing what i've learned to my community and hopefully changing the church's mind about social justice issues. it doesn't help that i want to do both, or that God's said He'd back me whatever route i choose. what i wish is that i could briefly go back home, if just for a few days, only to reaquaint myself with american culture, my hometown, my friends. most of my desire to stay here is because i've been here for so long. it feels like home, these people here are my family. what i have to realize is that it won't be the same if i came back. the same people won't be here, all my housemates would have gone home to nottingham, australia, germany, canada, and the other side of slough. three people i know from transit will actually still be in reading come the beginning of june. but why do i still want to come back? what is it that makes me afraid of getting off of that plane in june and meeting the people i've come to call family? it's change, i guess. the fear of walking into the unknown with the intent of setting up camp for a long time. stepping into the dark knowing that somewhere in front of you is a cliff and you have to trust your Protector and Provider to catch you and make the way straight for you. That is why i fear Kansas City. that's why i probably have to go back.
keylljyn-clos: woods of rest
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately..I did not wish to live what was not life..nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life..reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean..to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world, or if it were sublime, to..be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.~Thoreau

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