Wednesday, August 8, 2018

In the Middle: Not here, not there

Coming home from Tanzania was wonderful. I love being able to see my family again, hang out with my friends, get hugs from my little sister...but I can't just settle back into this life in the states. It's more complicated than that.

Two days after returning from Tanzania, I headed off to summer camp with my youth group. As I walked up to the church to check in, I was overwhelmed with this feeling of not belonging. Everyone was chatting, hanging out, waiting to get on the bus. There were youth group kids everywhere: laughing, talking, having a good time. Everyone had spent the summer together...except me. While it was good to see my friends again, something just felt off. I thought to myself: "After all I did and learned this summer, I just don't fit here anymore." It felt strange and foreign...a feeling that, frankly, could be left behind in the dark days of 7th grade. By the end of the first day of camp, I was exhausted, still didn't feel like I belonged, and was on major sensory overload. I longed to be back in Tanzania, where the familiar was.

Because, honestly, after spending six weeks there, if felt more like home than my home did.

And as I continued on through the next couple days at camp, the feeling of disconnectedness didn't go away. I still felt strange. There were so many new people I hadn't met. And I constantly wondered: "What is my role here in this youth group anyway?"

On top of that, I didn't sense the excitement I had anticipated in people. I thought (foolishly) that everyone (I had my list of about 10 anyway) would want to hear about my trip.

Idiot. Other people had amazing summers too.



They warned me this would happen. They warned that I would have unmet expectations. That people wouldn't be as excited about my trip as I thought they would be. That I would feel disconnected and out of place. They warned me.

I tried to listen. I really did. I tried to prepare myself.

But I don't think you can ever fully brace yourself for re-entry (which is coming back into your home culture after being in a different culture). Things still catch you by surprise. 

Like the fact that I can drink the tap water if I so desired. Or the cars on the opposite side of the road...again. And I can read and understand the signs. And everyone around me speaks English. And my city is so quiet. And I don't hear the call to prayer anymore.

After camp, I came home. My tasks for the next week: 1. Clean your room. 2. Send a letter to your supporters. 3. Get ready to talk about your trip for 10-15 minutes on Wednesday. 3. Prepare a two-minute summary of your trip for your church for Sunday. 4. Sort through over 2,000 photos from Tanzania PLUS the extra 520 from camp. 5. Try to breathe.

Yesterday was rough. I woke up with this longing to go back to Tanzania. I started off the morning texting a dear friend in Tanzania. I looked through pictures. I lived in memory lane yesterday. Constantly checking the time in Tanzania. Looking at the photos again. Trying to put together my talk for Wednesday.

All I really wanted to do was nothing on my task list. All I really wanted to do was get on a plane and fly back to Tanzania and see my friends again. I wanted to go back to what felt familiar and safe.

I feel like I'm grasping for a handhold on a steep cliff in order to keep from falling. Or floating in space between two worlds, not fully landed in either place. I feel out of place in both cultures, but right now, I feel more out of place here. 

One of the most encouraging things that helped me get through this week was that a friend of mine at church on Sunday let me just be honest with her about how I was feeling. To have someone just listen, that's cool. And to know that even though they may not understand, they care. 

So here I am. In the middle. Floating. Grasping. Trying to figure out where I belong. Not wanting to forget my friends and experiences from Tanzania. Knowing that at some point very soon, I'll have to figure out how to function in this world that is my home.


Saturday, August 4, 2018

Home From An Amazing Summer!

Hello World!
I'm back in the United States after a whirlwind summer in East Africa. I'm telling you, this summer I learned SO MUCH about God, the world, and myself.
I'm still sorting through over 2,000 photos and videos that I took this summer, along with millions and billions of thoughts. I have (hopefully) two times that I'm talking about my trip in the next week, so I'm trying to get ready for those.
There is a lot to process after a trip like this. If you think about it, I would appreciate prayers for clarity of mind and wisdom. Thanks so much!
Because I don't have much time right now, I wanted to just write a quick note to all my faithful readers. I'm sorry for not writing as much as I had hoped while overseas. It just didn't work out. But have no fear! I intend to use this blog to share my thoughts as I think through my summer. For now, I just want to let you know to be on the lookout for more to come! Also, be watching for a summer camp recap post, as I just came back from a week away with my youth group. I've got a lot to catch up on, so hang on, because this could be a wild ride!
Keep scrolling for a few "teaser pictures". :)

Our City

Drama Camp

English Camp

Friday Club

Beautiful Beaches

Many New Friends

Friday, July 13, 2018

How To Survive English Camp 101

Hello Everyone! I just finished two weeks of English camp! I taught three classes....lower primary for three days, upper primary for five days, and secondary for five days. Now that English Camp is over, I have five tips for success to share with you. 

1. Remain one step ahead of the students, but act as if you are at least five steps ahead. If you hesitate for a moment, they will run all over you.
2. Don't EVER listen to Tyler's and Clement's advice. Bad idea. Do I need to say more?
3. Have impromptu games ready to go. It might happen that you have spare time. My favorite impromptu game is this one: Call up a student and have them make up a movie title. Then they have to share the title and act out a scene as a movie trailer. To make it a competiton, call up two students and have the class vote on which movie title they like better. The winner performs his/her movie trailer.
4. Share funny stories with your teammates. Having something to laugh over makes even the hardest days better. 
5. Finally, take care of yourself! You can't teach very well with a splitting headache. Sleep, eat full meals, drink lots of water. If you are healthy, you will be a much better teacher. 
Bonus tip: Make signs and cheers for your team so that they can earn extra points. They like winning...and they love the signs. Yes, even secondary boys. 



And, hey, look at that, I even got the photos to work this time! 
Have a wonderful weekend!