I realize it's been a while since I've written. For me, at least. 5 days between postings would be probably a 1000% increase in frequency for some of my friends, but for me it's pretty bad. :) I've just felt thoroughly uninspired to write, which is too bad because I really have a lot I could write about.
The weekend before last I went to Texas once more to visit my favorite Canadianette, Pamela. I met Pamela in Brazil last year. She lived in Itu for 2 years, so we understand each other and our experiences there in a way few can. She was down from the northernlands to take a short course at ACU, and I figured this may be as geographically close as we are for a while, so I took the chance to visit. And it was wonderful! She wrote on her own blog about the excitement of my flat tire, so you can read the story and see the pictures there. Pamela's going to Brazil this week and I am inexpressibly jealous. I have been incredibly blessed by her since we met!
What else is going on... the cat and I are doing fine. She has taken control of our relationship, with me answering to her beck and meows. But I still like her. :)
I passed the teacher certification test. Believe it on not, on the general academic test I actually got a perfect score on the math area and didn't pass the writing. Go fig. Now I'm looking for a teaching job.
This is a strange time of the year, because I feel like I should be getting ready to go to Brazil. It's even harder to see my friends getting ready to go to Brazil, to the very churches I worked with. I never wrote too much on the blog about deciding not to go back. The primary reason I didn't move to Brazil is because I was so weary of uprooting and moving. I just wanted a nice, "normal" life. I've never been a rolling stone in my heart or personality, so all the moving I've done in the past 3 years has really worn me down. But I miss Brazil. So much I can hardly stand it sometimes. I miss my friends, the church, the lifestyle, the food, the language... and I don't know if I made the right decision. I don't really doubt my decision; I just wish there were some way to make it all work. But right now there's not, and I am okay with that and happy where I am and what I'm doing. When I decided not to go, I was afraid I would become bored quickly and regret my decision, but honestly I haven't. I almost feel guilty for that. Almost, not quite. Bloom where you're planted, right? And I happen to really like where I'm planted right now.
Well, that's a lot of what's going on with me. Just living my "normal" life. :) What's going on with you?