I have been missing France lately. I really enjoyed it when I was there in April - possibly because I was striking out on my own, I had arranged it all myself, I was being entirely independent and seeing what I wanted to see, and experiencing the joy of new things. I got to catch up with beloved friends. I wandered around and enjoyed exploring. I ate well. I stayed in lovely places. I revelled in the beauty, in the otherness of the surrounds. I delighted in the sound of that beautiful language.
Sometimes I wish I was there still, but I have to keep remembering that if I lived there, eventually I would catch up to myself. I'd still have to work through the issues that I'm working through, and life wouldn't be like it was on holidays because, well, it wouldn't be holidays anymore.
At the same time, I've been feeling so grateful for our house and the level of comfort mum and I enjoy, living here. It's so strange feeling at home somewhere, but feeling restless, like maybe you belong somewhere else at the same time. I think that's part of the Christian thing as well, that we live on this Earth for a time, but we really do belong somewhere else. This isn't our home. Maybe that's why it feels so hard to be here sometimes.
But in the meantime, I have to keep thanking God for little joys. And maybe I'll go and watch Amelie again...
I know what you mean! :)
ReplyDeletegood idea to watch Amelie!
I don't know if this is helpful (or not), but I have found it useful to read over (and actually scrapbook) my holidays. Keeps them in the forefront of my mind, where I keep thinking about the fun of it, and also reminds me that there are fun and interesting times to be had in the wider world. By re-remembering them, I re-live them, and I re-create the fun in my mind.
ReplyDeleteHey George
ReplyDeleteYeah I do find that helpful! I made a book when I came back from overseas with all my photos and blog posts. I loaned it to someone to look at - maybe I need to get it back and read it again!