Australia is beginning to feel a lot more like home. The food is beginning to taste normal, and by that I mean I am getting used to food that is less salty and fat saturated--this is a good thing. Other than that, I am not tripping over doorways anymore (the carpet never meets the tile when you walk through a doorway here), I've gotten the public transport system down to a science, and have gotten most of the lingo figured out for the most part. Everyday last week it seemed though that I thought I saw someone that I knew from home. Family members, friends, or just people on Hope's campus. I'm not sure if this is because Australia is beginning to feel more like home or if I just miss home and am hoping to see someone from West Michigan. Either way, Australia is such a great place. It has taken a lot of getting used to and it took a lot of work to get this far, but it has been such a rewarding experience. I feel like everything back home will be so much easier now that I have stretched myself beyond my limits--at least I am hoping so.
I still can't believe that I'm here. Studying in paradise. The other night I was leaving the cafe from dinner and looked out over the lake in the middle of campus. Hanging just over the bridge in the sky was a full, yellow moon. It shone down on the lake. The air was crisp, a bit cooler than most nights; a perfect night. Headed back to the blocks, I stood at the top of the hill, just before and gazed at the tree-studded mountains that stretched beyond the university. Under the palm trees, I made my way through the courtyard, up the stairs and into my room. Thankful for all of God's blessings, I fell asleep. God is good.
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