Beginnings...fresh marriage with a sweet fresh baby, setting up a home in the stretches of Ethioipa

Beginnings...fresh marriage with a sweet fresh baby, setting up a home in the stretches of Ethioipa

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Traveling, or moving out, or wishful thinking.

Sick. I called in for two nights now, just can't bring myself into work with a drippy nose, not in a place where you are handling brand new babies and in such proximity with your patients. Maybe at a desk job...

I heard from Ramonda today, it was good to hear from people in Ethiopia. Jen is putting her trip together for the spring and wondering if I can come along, and should I try and make that work? I requested some time off in May and got it! Surprise, surprise... Thought about trying to tag along with David on his study trip to Israel, but if the details fell into place to make it back to Awanno, I don't think I could say no. The tricky part is not getting to Ethiopia, but making sure I could make it back to Awanno. It has to be carefully planned, because now the white people are only commuting in periodically, so I would coordinate with them. Just looked at pictures of the greenery again (in preparation for our Ethiopian dinner evening this Friday night) and wished I could hold it all in my heart.

I am still poking around on Craig's List wishing for the right place to move in to. The reality is I am not settling, so that makes me very indecisive. I am not thriving here in this house, but I don't want to be rash, or end up settling. I'll just keep looking slowly.

There was a man sharing about his work with InterVarsity overseas sharing at a little forum at Julie's house the other night, and I went and heard him. Suprise, he presented in French and Kurt translated! It was like tasting something delicious you've been missing, to hear him speak French, then hear English right after to clarify what I didn't understand. Beautiful, French-sounding French. Makes me feel like I am traveling, and somewhere exciting!

Finished Lewis' book and now poking through a couple poetry books and another one on Ethiopia. Secular poetry can feel very dark at times, like it is not the last thing you want to read before you go to sleep. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner was interesting, rhythmic, and in some ways, dark.

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