Processing, processing... April 14 2011 2 Comments
Thoughts from Amanda. Mamelodi, South Africa. April 14, 2011.
The lions are noisy tonight. Well, it's 12:22am South African time, and I'm still up. Every moment I curl up in bed and close my eyes, the world buzzes. And I don't mean just because I can hear chickens and pigs outside of my hotel window. My eyelids flutter as my eyes jet back and forth collecting images and thoughts from the day. Information, overload. And as happens in South Africa, plans change.
I wanted to write about the orphans we visited today, and about playing soccer with them, and about how Paul wants to be a rugby player and they say "Cut my photo!" to ask for their picture. But after dinner, I've got some entirely other material.
Tonight, our little trio went to Karoo Cafe with two Americans: Jason and Amanda (everyone here laughs because they think now that everyone in America is named Amanda. I can't say it's not true, too.). Let me just tell you, this couple is awesome. Jason is 39 and had is own medical practice back in Cincinnati. But one day, he basically decided to pack up, sell it all, and move to Mamelodi with Crossroads. And during that process, he met Amanda, 36. She had also been on a trip to Mamelodi, and realized that for whatever reason, God was telling her this was the man for her. So they married, and she joined him in South Africa. Crazy right?
They're heading back to the States soon as the Crossroads/Mamelodi relationship is changing. But they're just waiting for the next stepping stone as Jason calls it. And when they see it, they'll jump. Wherever that takes them.
I only say all of this, because I'm in awe the same way I'm in awe of Jennifer. These are totally normal people, who made huge jumps and life-changing investments. I know that's not the life for some people, and that some are at-home supporters--which is beautiful.
But as a nomad who feels trapped in one place, and terrified of being still--the thought that I can make crazy jumps and not be the cookie-cutter American is, well, comforting.