Monday, June 7, 2010

1) Return Scottish rock.



Well, I did it. I returned my Scottish rock. It felt slightly like losing a piece of my heart and, though dramatic, that metaphor is actually fitting. Of course, I’ll be taking a piece of Scotland with me, but I can’t deny that I do become very emotional when thinking about leaving this beautiful country. My wee pebble is safely nestled in a little village just outside of St. Andrews called Blebo Craigs – a special place of real charm and beauty. Today has been full of “sweet goodbye” and “until we meet again.” Though people say goodbye to each other all the time, indefinite farewells are always a bit more melancholy. Thankfully, as a Christian, I have the hope of seeing my dearest friends in Heaven; really, our goodbye is only as temporal as the Earth, and as lasting as eternity. A beautiful thought.

In many ways I feel like a rose (or a thistle!) in a flower pot, being moved from one environment to the other. Each time God needs to transplant me: my petals bloom a little more, my soil becomes a little richer, and my thirst for nourishment becomes even deeper. At least, I pray that’s been the effect. Hopefully that metaphor isn’t too far-fetched.

I’ve likened this semester abroad to a Christmas gift. It would be greedy for me to demand more of the present, rather I will always cherish what I’ve unwrapped and share it around with family and friends.





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