I don't often get homesick. But sometimes I just miss stuff. Is that the same thing?
I miss sipping Sav Blanc with Mum while Dad cooks a Sunday BBQ in the backyard. I miss watching the sunset from the front porch. I miss clean white sandy beaches. I miss my gorgeous niece, Indigo. I miss cricket & AFL. I miss Ice Breaker Iced Coffee. I miss comparing medical stories with my sis from our day at work. I miss the endless summer & wearing pluggers all year round. I miss having to run from shade to shadow because the ground beneath my feet is burning. I miss going to the movies. I miss my brother greeting me by picking me up & throwing me over his shoulder. I miss the place where thongs are the things you wear on your feet... & bloody isn't a swear word. I miss lemon, lime, & bitters. I miss driving (on the left hand side of the road). I miss being able to order a (proper) flat white. I miss meat pies, dim sims, fish & chips, & chicko rolls. I miss milo, fresh milk, & strawberries. I miss working in children's emergency. I miss being able to go shopping for new clothes. I miss hearing the Kookaburra's sing while I hang the washing on the line. I miss Frangipani's & the Jacaranda's flowering in the Spring. I just miss grass.
The grass is always greener.
Actually, I don't believe that for a second. In Australia the sun is hotter & the grass is browner.
The truth is, the grass is greener when you water it.
Recently I have had to say goodbye to more than one friend, as they have unexpectedly had to return home for various reasons. I have stepped into new roles with only a little notice, quickly getting my head around various education projects, & all the while I have continued in my role on the plastics team. It has been a hard long month here in Congo, but I am convinced more than ever that I am exactly where I'm meant to be. & I wouldn't switch my life here for some missed comforts from home. Not even for Sav Blanc.
Why on earth would I choose to live in a six berth cabin on a boat in West Africa? I'll tell you why...
Because Eliezer has had his hand reconstructed.
Because Grace has had a tumour removed from her face.
Because Brenda & Sabrina have had congenital deformities to their feet repaired.
& because of Josi, Kiminou, Jessica, Ilaura, Abrahm, Davilov, Graci, Julie, Geril, & so many others.
Lives changed. Hope restored. I do this because it's not about me. It's about them.
Grace's story...
http://mercyshipscanada.com/2013/11/05/grace-a-transformation-in-process/
Check out this 12 minute story from a French media crew, direct from Pointe Noire, Congo.
http://www.france24.com/en/20131024-down-earth-hospital-vessel-health-mercy-ships-africa-training
I miss sipping Sav Blanc with Mum while Dad cooks a Sunday BBQ in the backyard. I miss watching the sunset from the front porch. I miss clean white sandy beaches. I miss my gorgeous niece, Indigo. I miss cricket & AFL. I miss Ice Breaker Iced Coffee. I miss comparing medical stories with my sis from our day at work. I miss the endless summer & wearing pluggers all year round. I miss having to run from shade to shadow because the ground beneath my feet is burning. I miss going to the movies. I miss my brother greeting me by picking me up & throwing me over his shoulder. I miss the place where thongs are the things you wear on your feet... & bloody isn't a swear word. I miss lemon, lime, & bitters. I miss driving (on the left hand side of the road). I miss being able to order a (proper) flat white. I miss meat pies, dim sims, fish & chips, & chicko rolls. I miss milo, fresh milk, & strawberries. I miss working in children's emergency. I miss being able to go shopping for new clothes. I miss hearing the Kookaburra's sing while I hang the washing on the line. I miss Frangipani's & the Jacaranda's flowering in the Spring. I just miss grass.
The grass is always greener.
Actually, I don't believe that for a second. In Australia the sun is hotter & the grass is browner.
The truth is, the grass is greener when you water it.
Recently I have had to say goodbye to more than one friend, as they have unexpectedly had to return home for various reasons. I have stepped into new roles with only a little notice, quickly getting my head around various education projects, & all the while I have continued in my role on the plastics team. It has been a hard long month here in Congo, but I am convinced more than ever that I am exactly where I'm meant to be. & I wouldn't switch my life here for some missed comforts from home. Not even for Sav Blanc.
Why on earth would I choose to live in a six berth cabin on a boat in West Africa? I'll tell you why...
Because Eliezer has had his hand reconstructed.
Because Grace has had a tumour removed from her face.
Because Brenda & Sabrina have had congenital deformities to their feet repaired.
& because of Josi, Kiminou, Jessica, Ilaura, Abrahm, Davilov, Graci, Julie, Geril, & so many others.
Lives changed. Hope restored. I do this because it's not about me. It's about them.
Grace's story...
http://mercyshipscanada.com/2013/11/05/grace-a-transformation-in-process/
Check out this 12 minute story from a French media crew, direct from Pointe Noire, Congo.
http://www.france24.com/en/20131024-down-earth-hospital-vessel-health-mercy-ships-africa-training
