That last lap stretches on infinitely. The last few moments of the journey seem to draw on endlessly. The finish line, though only a few steps away, can seem miles away. Or perhaps we have no idea where the finish line is.
Nearly there, but ready to give up.
Last year, I was struggling. I was knee-deep in figuring out a new culture and language, dealing with an unsafe living situation all while navigating a new job. In the midst of all the crazy, it was nearly impossible to see the finish line. I could hardly imagine getting through the next day, let alone an entire year. I was ready to give up and run home, avoiding all the difficulties of transitioning to a new place.
It’s bittersweet now, because while I was in the middle of some seriously difficult transitioning, I had no idea how soon it would end. I thought I have 14 months until the finish line rolled around. But after a serious accident a few short months later, I was at the finish line.
It was over. I had the plane ticket in hand I was leaving my African home.
The finish crept up on me, before everything truly started. I left behind friendships, projects, and gardens when my season in South Africa unexpectedly ended. And it took me awhile to understand that it wasn’t really the finish. It was just a new lap.
And on this new lap, I’m weaving together my African experiences into my American life. I’m sharing cultures and maintaining friendships. I’m learning that though a season finishes, it’s never truly over.
Because each season shapes and molds us, and adds to who we are. And that never finishes.
It’s time for Five Minute Friday, where we gather together to write on one word. As a community. Freely. Unplanned, Unscripted. We just write.
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