Displaced

From 15 September

At a Distance: The Malay Peninsula - Aug 2010

It has been a month since I left Malaysia - a month marked by seemingly perpetual motion.

After jetting from Kuala Lumpur to Los Angeles by way of Taipei, my reentry was initiated with five days on the West Coast - including one very long one at the happiest place on Earth. From there it was 'Forward!' to Wisconsin for a week of meeting my new dog, watching my dad get 'de-bearded,' and participating in my cousin Kelley's wedding. With wedding bells still ringing in my ears, Pop-pop, Pup-pup, and I set out at 4am in the ever versatile Honda Element (hitting a Skunk-skunk ten miles out of the 'sha) for 17 hours and one thousand highway miles to New Haven, Connecticut, and the Eastern Seaboard. 

Thus I crossed both an ocean and a continent in a little under 13 days.

Back now at Yale, the last couple weeks have been centered on shifting class schedules and trying to discern a new kind of normal. It is only in very recent days that I've begun to feel as though I've finally landed somewhere.

It is a nice sensation, but one that I know will be fleeting. Even as I settle in to new rhythms and routines and contemplate putting pen to paper for my STM writing project, processes and possibilities play along the periphery of my vision, exciting and enticing my imagination. Gainful employment is but a few steps away. The immediacy of Assignment to a synod in the United States and some incredible opportunities abroad remind me that I haven't really reached my new, more permanent, home yet. 

In short, and for now, I'm at a place between places.