25 June 2010

The streets are all familiar, and an old friend shakes my hand.

They do warn you about the culture shock and the feeling of displacement that comes along with returning home, but nothing can fully prepare you for it.

Please don't misread me; I am so glad, and thankful, to be home. Being gone reinforced how grateful I am for my family and friends, and being here with them again after four months is wonderful. But being away from England is not easy.


The first week I was home was mostly just exciting. I was soaking it all in, trying to appreciate the little things that I had missed, trying to spend time with everyone at once, trying to keep in touch with the friends I had made in London. And then I went to Charlotte, to visit my college friends.



Charlotte was, no doubt, a great time, but it was, for whatever reason, when the transition struggles started to settle in. I felt, for maybe the first time in my life, like I didn't belong anywhere. Jacksonville, home, is where my family is, and of course I always feel welcome. But, after three years of college and the semester in another country, I feel somewhat detached--not from my family themselves, but from daily life, from routines,  from habits and schedules. I've been so used to being on my schedule that to suddenly consider four other people's routines becomes overwhelming. Then, in Charlotte, I felt a bit out of place, simply because my friends who are staying there this summer are very set in their routines, have jobs, have internships, have relationships--and so much has changed since I left. Dynamics among friends are so different, and it's difficult to just jump back into these friendships, especially after having changed so much myself. The other two places I would be? In the Blue Ridge Mountains at Camp Crestridge, but I know that that is not what the Lord has for me this summer. However, seeing a bunch of my friends return to work there and seeing all the photos go up from their adventures makes me miss it way more than I ever thought I would. And, finally, England. A place that has undoubtedly become a second (or third or fourth?) home to me, and I will be back. I just know now is not the time, although I wish with a lot of my heart that I could return tomorrow.


I will say that today marks the end of my third week home. And I have developed more of a sense of belonging. I am home, and I need to soak that time in, enjoy it, appreciate it, and savor it. I actually have to start considering my future, or my post-undergraduate life, which at this point consists of way too many ideas to even have a clear direction.  But so much that I do now will make a difference in what I can do later. So I feel a bit like "the future is now." And that's stressful. But I can handle it. Mostly because I am at home, where the love and support is constant, and because what better place to contemplate your future than the very place that holds your past?


By the way, I have done all but four of the items on my list. And I did most of them within 48 hours. Success!

Love,
lvp

04 June 2010

The Last Boat to America

So, this is it.

I plan to keep you all updated on the continuation of my journey back home, but, I'll probably be signing off for a bit while I get home and process things. I have a lot of catching up to do as well, so hopefully I won't be around the computer much.

But, since I am far too emotional at the moment to write anything of clear substance, I thought that I would provide you with a list of things that I plan on doing within 48 hours of arriving home. These are, mostly, exclusive of the obvious things involving family and friends, such as hugging, chatting, etc. So, for your entertainment (and my distraction):

First Things First: A to-do list upon my arrival to the States (in no particular order)

  1. Eat chick-fil-a.
  2. Drink sweet tea (from Tori's mom and from Publix, and the mentioned restaurants).
  3. Drive.
  4. Eat Al's.
  5. Eat Panera.
  6. Call/text/receive calls on my iPhone (I've missed my ringtones!)
  7. Spend DOLLARS and CENTS (hahaha. not that I have any left to spend...).
  8. Go to the beach.
  9. Drive again.
  10. Play with my puppy (who is actually an old lady now).
  11. Dance in my kitchen.
  12. Drink good, cold skim milk.
  13. Drink good, cold Dr. Pepper (the Dr. Pepper tastes different here).
  14. Take pictures of things around my neighborhood that I've failed to notice before.
  15. Go sit by the river.
  16. Drive some more.
  17. Teach my family how to play Big Bertha.
  18. Get my camera cleaned/get my speedlight fixed/buy a new lens.
  19. Print pictures.
  20. Did I mention driving?
Is it coincidence that the three food places I miss the most all have the best sweet tea? I think not.

There are many more things I will be doing, but, I will update you later on. Thanks for joining me these past four months! Look forward to keeping in touch with you.


Sing me the truth, sweet bird of youth. I got some trouble trying to understand. Beneath the veils of mystery, are these the movements of an unseen hand? Our arms are filled with sunken treasure, baby; now our heads are filled with perfect sound. But do we truly see it, hey, 'til we're placing it in the ground? Make me a boat, away I'll float into the stillness of a pure blue sky...

Love,
lvp

31 May 2010

I'm sure your thoughts are not with me, but with the country to where you're goin'.

I haven't been blogging lately because I am finding it increasingly difficult to express how I am feeling. For those of you who know me, you'll know that I'm not a particularly emotional person, and I have even been told--mostly sarcastically--by friends that I "have no heart." But one of many things I have learned whilst being here is that it's okay to be connected with your emotions; in fact, it's natural. My friend Amanda studied in Florence this semester, and when she left, she had a quote on her blog that resonated with me: Dear Firenze, Look after my heart. I have left it with you. It is incredible how a place can become a part of you. But it's not really the place that makes the experience. Certainly, it's a piece of it; I couldn't have "studied abroad" by going to a different state in America. But what has made this time unforgettable, unique, rewarding, and life changing are the people I have encountered along the way.

To the ones I met on the trains or in the hostels or on the streets: thank you for inadvertently being a part of my journey and for allowing me to be a part of yours. I'd like to think that although we may never see each other again, we will remember the moments that we shared. I am especially grateful for Ana, the sweet girl from Portugal who befriended Jenny and me on the train to Florence, and for the teacher couple we met on the train to Venice who encouraged me to pursue teaching in another country. Also for Breanna, who we met in Venice, is from Canada, but working in London: it was so great to spend a day with you in Venice and to see you again in London!

To the ones I saw regularly at our regular spots: you became a part of my routine, my habits, my comfort zones. K3 bus drivers, K3 bus riders, Coronation bartenders, Jo and her employees at Foodie, and so many others: thank you for helping London become a home.

To the local ones I met at Kingston Uni: Professors, teachers, module tutors, English students, the international office staff, TJ...thank you for making this a positive educational experience. I thoroughly enjoyed my classes, received help and advice when I asked for it from teachers or students, and was consistently impressed with the friendliness and liveliness of the international office. Without you all, this time would have been a total waste--at least in terms of college credit. So, thanks.

To the EuroLearn staff and my fellow EuroLearn travelers: It was a privilege to meet you all at the Bridging Cultures Program. Meeting students who were experiencing similar transitional issues and hilarious encounters was a comfort that I didn't even realize I needed. I hope that you all had incredible experiences wherever you were in the UK and that you are not going to leave this behind you when you go back home. Special thanks to Rachael, Mona, and Robin who have worked tirelessly to ensure that my (our) time here was the best it could possibly be. You all are super heroes!

To Ben and the students at St. Mary's Church: I wish I could have gotten to know you all better, but I am eternally grateful for the welcome and kindness that you showed my friends and me for Passion weekend. Thank you for including us in your social time and, to Becki and Jess, for opening your home to us. I truly saw Christ through you all that weekend, and this makes me so honored to be a part of a church that is a part of St. Mary's--a church that is obviously encouraging its people to live as Jesus lived: with untamed love and compassion.


To Jonny & Bianca and the Young Adults at Hillsong London Surrey: What can I possibly say that would express how grateful I am for all of you? You took me under your wing, welcomed me into your family, and became the spiritual support that I desperately needed during my time here. I will never forget the Weekend Away--not only because the Lord worked on my heart in mighty ways, but because I met all of you and established life-long friendships. Your constant encouragement and kindness will stay with me long after this trip is over. And I promise I will come back and visit.

To the friends from home that I saw abroad: How exciting and memorable that we were able to meet up in another country! You probably don't know it, but connecting with you--with friends from home--helped me get through the times when I missed home the most. It was always refreshing to be with someone who understood exactly what I was going through, who spoke the same language (American English is different from British English, I will have you know), and who missed the same things. Jenny, thank you for traveling with me and for letting me sleep on your floor! Amanda, thank you for giving me the grand tour of Florence. Fiona, thank you for the amazing and special time at your wedding and for the chance to see Snarky, Courtney, Rachel, and Tricia. Brice, thanks for traipsing around London with me in your spare time. Dan and Eric, so glad we finally connected and I hope your times have been incredible. Elizabeth, I am so glad you made the harrowing journey by bus and ferry from Paris to come to Passion; it would not have been the saem without you. Elyssa, hahaha; there are no words, but seeing you in London was one of the highlights of my time here, if not of my life. And anyone else that I am forgetting, thank you!

To the ones back home: Thank you for your constant support, your messages, your phone calls, your cards, your letters, your Facebook notes, your emails, your texts, your prayers. Your friendship. It means so much that I have such amazing people to miss while I am away. I cannot wait to see you all again, soon.

To Debs (and Drew, Charlotte and Immie): Without you, I would have been homeless! But, in all seriousness, your house was a home, Debs, and I cannot thank you enough for that. I knew that you were always here if I needed you, and you were the best host mom a student could ask for. Sometimes I am not sure how you put up with us, two crazy American students living in your quiet house...but I am thankful that you did. I only hope that one day I can return the favor; you know that you and your family have a free place to stay in the states next time you come to visit!  

To Akua and Jemelyn: You really have no idea how thankful I am for the pair of you. Besides the fact that, as Joey's friends, you were a slice of home, you let me into your lives and allowed me to experience snippets of the life of a London student. We had some crazy times, some special times, some pitiful times--Skyping until 4 am, I would say--but I loved every minute I spent with both of you, and I am grateful that Joey took the time to introduce us. I cannot imagine my time here without you, and I look forward to seeing you again...someday. Hehe.


And finally...

To my fellow study abroad friends, without whom this trip would have been just a trip: I don't even know of a song that can express how I feel about you all, and that's saying something, because music can say almost anything. Our time together in London/Kingston/Surbiton has been one of the greatest experiences of my life. I love how different we all are and how many different places and backgrounds we come from, and yet we are so stuck together by our commonalities, by our similar struggles, by our shared hilarious moments, by one incredible experience. Each of you has, for different reasons and in different ways, left an indelible impression on my life; you have been a positive part of one of my most significant growing periods, and I can only hope that I have been a part of yours. The times that we have shared together, although coming to a close, cannot be closed, shut out, and forgotten. We must keep these memories at the forefront of our minds so that we can continue to grow and learn from them.  Friends, this is only the beginning. You have learned, grown, developed, matured, and transformed. The true test is what you will do with these discoveries when you get back home--back to a place where you are comfortable, where you are familiar, where you might have to force yourself to be challenged. I encourage each of you--and myself--to move forward. Sure, look back on this time with a smile, but don't think of it as something that has happened and is now over. Think of it, instead, as the beginning of a journey, of your adulthood, of your life. Apply what you've learned here to your life back home. Never forget the times that we have shared, and use them to continue your development into the person you are meant to be. It is impossible for the words "thank you" to do justice to how grateful I am for each of you, but thank you for who you are and for who you have been to me over these past four months. I look so forward to continuing these relationships and to reuniting within time and seeing how much of our time in London has stayed with us. I love you all so very much! And I am especially grateful, at this time, for Skype, Facebook, cell phones, etc. so that we can keep in excellent touch.

Love,
lvp

27 May 2010

Elyssa Feder Rhymes with Seder + Leslie Pitman of Pitman Produce

Elyssa & Leslie in London was, perhaps, one of the most explosive, ebullient, and exciting times that London has ever seen. Minus all of its incredible history. But still. Amazing times were had. I love this girl so very much.


Love,
lvp

23 May 2010

The Tides are Changing

The thing that is so difficult about Katie leaving isn't the goodbye. I know I'll see her again. It's that her leaving forces me to come to the reality that all of this is ending, that this experience is coming to a close, that lunch dates at Foodie and pints at Coronation might never happen again--at least not with all of us.


The past two weeks have been such a blur. I worked relentlessly on my three final papers so I could have them finished before Passion and Ibiza. I finally finished them after days of staring at a computer screen; turning them into the student office marked the end of my junior year of college. This fact alone completely freaks me out, and I still have not processed that I will be a senior in the fall.

We had a girls lunch at Foodie on Friday afternoon before heading into the city to meet up with Elizabeth, eat dinner, and get in line for Passion. Some of the uni students from St. Mary's--mother church to my church back home--were kind enough to put us up for two nights after Passion so we didn't have to make the commute back to Kingston. This was a massive blessing, and I was so touched by the generosity and hospitality of Becki and Jess. As if that weren't enough, the Lord totally blew me away at Passion on Friday and Saturday night. I experienced real, full, complete joy--the kind that only comes from a heavenly Father who is so great, so mighty, so powerful, and loves you. It is incomprehensible, but it's truth. The worship, with Chris Tomlin, Christy Nockels, Kristian Stanfill, Matt Redman, and David Crowder Band was, of course, awesome. And the talks with Louie Giglio and Francis Chan left me with a new awareness of my relationship with the Holy Spirit. Did you know that the Holy Spirit prays for you? This is the greatest news ever.


After two great nights of worship and fellowship with incredible people, Katie, Erin and I headed for Ibiza--one of the Spanish Balearic islands. Although it is renowned for its clubbing and partying, we were going to simply relax on the beach and celebrate our birthdays in a place with sunshine (i.e. not London). We spent every day laying out on the soft, sticky sand and playing in the icy Mediterranean. In the evenings, we went to dinner, and then went back to the hotel where we played a nightly game of Bertha Butt. My favorite part about this trip, though, was the talks that we had. We covered a ride range of topics, but a lot of our time was spent dissecting Passion and sharing things that the Lord was teaching us about ourselves and the world around us. Being able to spend this time with Katie and Erin was priceless and only made me more grateful for them than I already was.



If you are wondering, my birthday consisted of the same thing: beach, ocean, dinner, cards. I had a rum and coke with dinner, but didn't drink the whole thing and would have gone to sleep if Katie and Erin had let me. But instead, I kicked their butts at Bertha Butt. It was the perfect twenty-first birthday.

And then...Katie left. We went to Foodie for lunch and Coronation for dinner on her last day. We miss her, but I know she's glad to be home.

The next day, after saying goodbye to one friend, I got to say hello to Elyssa--my dear friend I've known since eighth grade but haven't seen in over two years. She is visiting several friends in London, so I went and hung out with them in Egham. So much fun. And so surreal. I kept hugging her because I couldn't believe that we were actually together...and in England, no less. I am going to see her again today!

I intended this post to be a thoughtful, thought-provoking, philosophical splurge, but I got too carried away telling you about my last few weeks. Hope you aren't disappointed. Many emotional thoughts to follow.

Love,
lvp

11 May 2010

Time, You Humble People Everywhere

3|5|8|10|13|24

Passion|Ibiza|21st|Elyssa|Paris|Home


I've looked in the mirror and the world's getting clearer. So wait for me this time.

Love,
lvp

10 May 2010

Leaves become most beautiful when they're about to die.

It's about seeing things from a new perspective. It's about broadening your vision. It's about seeing something out of someone else's eyes instead of your own. It's about having eyes that see, not eyes that stare.




Look around. You might notice something you've never seen before.

Of course you've changed; your mind's been rearranged.

Love,
lvp