December 4, Night
Lord, is it really true that I will be living off campus next semester? I can hardly believe it. The joy, the disbelief, the utter amazement—what a laugh! I hardly know how to think or speak. Mai as my oneechan, Colin my “brother-in-law,” and I’ll be back at the little house on the road past Valencia Dr. by the great Lake Parker. What a miracle! So I didn’t even know what I meant when I said to Jenn Neechan,
miracles do happen. That means no more early morning classes, no more chapel required, no more stomaching westernized meals, running laundry marathons, or pining for a hot bath. It does mean, however, spiritual nourishment would come directly from church and friendship, less dependent on campus-fostered atmosphere.
I have no one here. I would only have Mish and Rebecca and Ryan. And they can all come visit me anytime they want, there would be plenty of food to share. Was I ever miserable there? I’m sure, yes. I was tired of riding back and forth every day, it tired me. I hated work, too, a drudgery. Endless phonecalls and monotony. It was just for survival—the paycheck spoke volumes. When I came home, there was some other random movie I couldn’t resist watching. :P I’d want to be an introvert. And the quiet, too, at times strangely lacking. I remember escaping to Michael’s house, a wood cabin tucked away in silence. The opaque dim-lit room had a certain coziness against the open-windowed kitchen, and that, I didn’t have. But over Thanksgiving, the livingroom had been painted a deep green, the house feels luxurious, comfortable. The sushi and rice cakes gave me thrills beyond words. And the hot tea. I felt my bones soaking up the warmth, melting away stress, grief, sorrow….