I just stumbled across about twenty blogs belonging to lots of my friends from church and high school... from when I was in high school, over ten years ago. Yes, I turned 29 last week. (Did I miss my high school reunion??)
Their blog posts are filled mostly with pictures of babies and toddlers— my blog is filled mostly with pictures of other countries.
Hmm... I'm trying not to think about that too much.
I sent my passport away to get an entry permit into Papua New Guinea this morning.
Actually, I gave it to Cliff who has applied to the country for all of our permits, and once they are accepted, the passports get overnighted to the PNG Embassy in Washington, D.C. I'm not sure if it's a visa or just some other kind of temporary permit. Probably the later. In November we'll be running two weeks of camp for the MKs who live there. One week each for high school aged kids of workers from two of the larger organizations on the island, New Tribes and Wycliffe.
I'm excited for this trip, looking forward to it while working on a few other projects between now and then: two Winter Camp promotional videos, Broom Hockey Rules, and Winter Rules.
I'm enjoying the beginnings of fall, which is by far my favourite season. Tonight I was reminded of three things:
it's not good to run around the lake immediately after eating at the snack shop,
a T-shirt is much hotter than a tank-top,
heaven is brighter than the earth, but that's most noticeable when the sun has just gone down.
My day was brightened as dusk settled on my walk back up the hill to my little trailer: I sang along with Valeri Lopez and all the Wagon Train Campers, "Shake a friends hand, shake a hand next to you ..."
After posting the videos from camp in Mexico on YouTube, I just got the first comment on them... and it's in Spanish!
"yo salgo en este video! :D"
How cool is that!? I love it.
Things are going well back up here at Hume. I'm slowly getting readjusted to life, work, and friends. I do feel a bit like I'm out of the circles and wanting wanting to be back in them again. I've been gone for seven weeks, but I think Hume Lake is a little like Narnia. Time just runs differently here. It seems like I've been gone forever. "Remember when we were kings and queens and sat on the thrones at Cair Paravelle?" Yet sometimes you can leave for years, and come back and it all feels like nothing changed. Sometimes, after working here for three months, I feel years older, and time hasn't moved at all in the outside world. Strange.
Friday's moment of making smile was rock climbing up the face of Buck Rock while the sun was setting with good friends all around.