It's here. The day of what they call "repatriation," or returning to your home country after a time living in Otherwhere. Thursday morning I submit to the strange limbo of plane travel and that night I emerge in the many-fruited landscape known as Michigan, to the warmth of the people who know me best... a "home" more penciled-in than taken for granted, these days.
For the last two years, I've lived in a summer world, viewing sunshine or starlight from the rooftop while listening to bachata floating by from the nearby colmado. Sweating like crazy at afternoon outreaches while keeping kids in line, and literally having to peel dust off in the shower. Smelling plumeria one moment and sewage the next. Drinking ants in my coffee and tasting the fruit of the chocolate plant. An hour and a half from beaches and riches, next door to a row of mansions... and a two-minute walk from people who live in ways I could never have imagined before I lived here and knew them. This place and its people have changed me. And now, confronted by a return to everything I knew before, I have to figure out how to tuck and roll when I land. My passport country will have changed, too... I can't expect things to be the same. So how does New Lyndi fit with New but Old Home?
"How do you see yourself as different now?" my thought-provocative brother inquired a couple of phone calls ago, when I was expressing my internal turmoil.
I suddenly couldn't answer him. "It's... just different," I attempted feebly. "I think different, I feel different... I talk different..." I suddenly felt like a little kid trying to explain why she deserved to go first in line, trying to convince him I was allowed to feel somehow "special" just for living someplace else and coming back. That wasn't my brother's intent, I'm sure, but... why did words fail to describe the Lyndi before and after?
My friend Trena has been overseas for 30 years. "I don't know if you can ever explain it to someone who has never done it," she said. "Not fully."
As we say here on the Casa Grande base, I'm neither home culture nor here culture anymore, neither yellow nor blue. I'm green. And... it's not easy being green.
In the time I've been gone, I've...
...learned to have a conversation in two or more languages to make sure everyone understands.
...gotten used to communication barriers and working HARD to be understood.
...learned that there's almost always a way to fix broken things instead of buying new ones.
...had to learn to rely on other people's systems to fulfill my needs... and on their schedules to drive me places.
...lived at a strangely slower pace, because time is not as important here.
...been broken to pieces and reassembled.
...been hurt by certain circumstances and healed by others.
...learned to save face for other people because that's important to them.
...been taken out of control to see who I become.
...have come face to face with lesser versions of myself, and I haven't always won.
...learned to mop my bedroom floor... instead of a vacuum or a Swiffer or what have you.
...learned that expectations are dangerous, so it's better to have none and stay flexible.
...seen both the beauty achieved and the damage done by American missionaries.
...learned that the world is way bigger than the US of A!
...lived with the values of a different place.
...practiced laughing cross-culturally.
...learned more new songs in Spanish than I have in English.
...heard voices raised in other languages in songs of devotion for our Creator.
...watched so many faces light up with understanding of their salvation.
And I have seen God...
...make a way where there was no way.
...provide in specific and miraculous senses.
...heal people of diseases.
...deliver people from demonic oppression.
...reveal His character in the heavens.
...draw me closer to His heart.
...meet me in my loneliness.
...join people from many nations at His throne by His Spirit.
So now I...
...translate everything in my head.
...am stuck with the eternal sense that in an English conversation there's a Spanish word to express it better, or vice versa.
...have the tendency to use both languages in the same sentence.
...immediately think to ask the question "what brought you here?" to make small talk.
...think more frugally.
...hesitate to take defective merchandise back to the store.
...would never complain to the management about my food in a restaurant.
...think twice about going out alone as a woman.
...fear different things.
...am confident in new ways.
So now people will ask, "How was your trip? Was it everything you hoped it would be?"
And I will ache inside as I tell them that yes, it's been great! And I have grown tremendously! I have seen people healed and lives changed... my own included! And I will politely not tell them that it wasn't a trip, it is my life... and life is never exactly "everything you hope it will be." Because so often it is more. Oh so much more.
In two days I will hear faint strains of music fading away like a colorful tropical dream as I float up and leave home to go home. Catch the last glimpses of the people here I care about most as I walk away from them in the airport for the last time, at least for now.
Off for another round of trying to figure out where to put down roots, and how far down to let them grow. When you are a sojourner, you don't ever get to go "home." If you can't take "home" with you, you never get to be there. And whatever "home" I find... there's no telling how long I will get to stay. It is bittersweet, and it is good, and this makes way for the next adventure. The next open world, further up and further in where my Friend awaits.
I am a triangle, I am green, I am whatever you want to call me as long as it means I am literally neither here nor there. I live in Otherwhere, and Otherwhere is my home.
For the last two years, I've lived in a summer world, viewing sunshine or starlight from the rooftop while listening to bachata floating by from the nearby colmado. Sweating like crazy at afternoon outreaches while keeping kids in line, and literally having to peel dust off in the shower. Smelling plumeria one moment and sewage the next. Drinking ants in my coffee and tasting the fruit of the chocolate plant. An hour and a half from beaches and riches, next door to a row of mansions... and a two-minute walk from people who live in ways I could never have imagined before I lived here and knew them. This place and its people have changed me. And now, confronted by a return to everything I knew before, I have to figure out how to tuck and roll when I land. My passport country will have changed, too... I can't expect things to be the same. So how does New Lyndi fit with New but Old Home?
"How do you see yourself as different now?" my thought-provocative brother inquired a couple of phone calls ago, when I was expressing my internal turmoil.
I suddenly couldn't answer him. "It's... just different," I attempted feebly. "I think different, I feel different... I talk different..." I suddenly felt like a little kid trying to explain why she deserved to go first in line, trying to convince him I was allowed to feel somehow "special" just for living someplace else and coming back. That wasn't my brother's intent, I'm sure, but... why did words fail to describe the Lyndi before and after?
My friend Trena has been overseas for 30 years. "I don't know if you can ever explain it to someone who has never done it," she said. "Not fully."
As we say here on the Casa Grande base, I'm neither home culture nor here culture anymore, neither yellow nor blue. I'm green. And... it's not easy being green.
In the time I've been gone, I've...
...learned to have a conversation in two or more languages to make sure everyone understands.
...gotten used to communication barriers and working HARD to be understood.
...learned that there's almost always a way to fix broken things instead of buying new ones.
...had to learn to rely on other people's systems to fulfill my needs... and on their schedules to drive me places.
...lived at a strangely slower pace, because time is not as important here.
...been broken to pieces and reassembled.
...been hurt by certain circumstances and healed by others.
...learned to save face for other people because that's important to them.
...been taken out of control to see who I become.
...have come face to face with lesser versions of myself, and I haven't always won.
...learned to mop my bedroom floor... instead of a vacuum or a Swiffer or what have you.
...learned that expectations are dangerous, so it's better to have none and stay flexible.
...seen both the beauty achieved and the damage done by American missionaries.
...learned that the world is way bigger than the US of A!
...lived with the values of a different place.
...practiced laughing cross-culturally.
...learned more new songs in Spanish than I have in English.
...heard voices raised in other languages in songs of devotion for our Creator.
...watched so many faces light up with understanding of their salvation.
And I have seen God...
...make a way where there was no way.
...provide in specific and miraculous senses.
...heal people of diseases.
...deliver people from demonic oppression.
...reveal His character in the heavens.
...draw me closer to His heart.
...meet me in my loneliness.
...join people from many nations at His throne by His Spirit.
So now I...
...translate everything in my head.
...am stuck with the eternal sense that in an English conversation there's a Spanish word to express it better, or vice versa.
...have the tendency to use both languages in the same sentence.
...immediately think to ask the question "what brought you here?" to make small talk.
...think more frugally.
...hesitate to take defective merchandise back to the store.
...would never complain to the management about my food in a restaurant.
...think twice about going out alone as a woman.
...fear different things.
...am confident in new ways.
...trust God more.
...worship and lead worship in a new-to-me way that considers a wider variety of perspectives and how they engage.
So now people will ask, "How was your trip? Was it everything you hoped it would be?"
And I will ache inside as I tell them that yes, it's been great! And I have grown tremendously! I have seen people healed and lives changed... my own included! And I will politely not tell them that it wasn't a trip, it is my life... and life is never exactly "everything you hope it will be." Because so often it is more. Oh so much more.
Off for another round of trying to figure out where to put down roots, and how far down to let them grow. When you are a sojourner, you don't ever get to go "home." If you can't take "home" with you, you never get to be there. And whatever "home" I find... there's no telling how long I will get to stay. It is bittersweet, and it is good, and this makes way for the next adventure. The next open world, further up and further in where my Friend awaits.
I am a triangle, I am green, I am whatever you want to call me as long as it means I am literally neither here nor there. I live in Otherwhere, and Otherwhere is my home.