It’s been so good to be home this summer and spend time with family and friends. Time is flying. Here are all the things I love about America this summer:
-all the niece and nephew time and overall family time
-peanut butter
-grilling hot dogs and hamburgers on a warm summer night (ok, could I be anymore stereotypically American with my food choices)?
-the library where I can totally blend in
-sitting around with great friends talking about everything..and all with zero translating going on in my head
-thrift stores
-church in English
-the way everything is SO green here (I heard we had a lot of rain this spring..)
-driving a car
However, something weird has happened. Because at the same time that I love peanut butter here I miss the Russian cream cheese pastry bread-type thing. I love all the English here but I actually miss speaking Russian sometimes. I love how green it is here but I miss the world’s biggest/puffiest clouds in Russia (at least so they seem). I love driving here but I miss the trolleybus in Russia. I love church here but I miss my church family in Russia.
Cross-cultural living does something really weird to you. It leaves me with thoughts like this: Well I am American (but not really the typical one anymore) and I’m not Russian (but yet my life now is adapting to this culture)..so WHO EXACTLY AM I? I wish I could claim the answer to that question but I think I actually read it in a book somewhere. Maybe that answer has to be found in the One who says:
“You’re my child.”
1 comment:
Love it! You are God's child and he is molding you to be the woman he has created you to be :) Our identity is not found in this world but through him and the characteristics/qualities he has given us. So glad that I have gotten to spend time with you this summer. I'm going to miss you when you return to Russia but I know that is where God has called you and we must go where he calls us to go.
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