A Long TimePosted: August 2, 2010
I have been here a long time. Almost three months it’s been.
Since I’ve been here, the World Cup was anticipated, happened, was watched by the whole world, and has been forgotten. All while I’ve been here.
Since I’ve been here, my friends have gone to Africa for a month, had life-changing experiences, come back home, processed their experiences, and readjusted to life.
Since I’ve been here, Susan the Missionary Extraordinaire went from it not even seeming real that she was going to leave, to packing, to realizing it was real, to difficult goodbyes, to actually leaving, to adjusting to a new place and making decisions about her life. And I’m still here.
Since I’ve been here, my friends have been apart for long stretches of time, missed each other, and seen each other again. And I’m still here.
Since I’ve been here, people have done whole research projects and summer classes. People have taaken 12 credits, since I’ve been here.
Since I’ve been here, my family has taken our every-other-year trip to Oregon and their every year trip to Congo.
Since I’ve been here, a City Lights, tutoring, and Harambee summer has happened, and people have recovered from it. And I’m still here.
Since I’ve been here, my grandpa was completely healthy, was diagnosed with very unexpected advanced colon cancer (well, technically that happened two days before I left), had surgery, recovered from the surgery, had chemo, found out that it has spread, discontinued chemo, and started hospice care. And I’m still here.
I’ve been here a long time.