Change Happens

In our bathroom closet we have an entire shelf full of toilet paper.  So much, in fact, that I won’t have to buy anymore before we leave the United States.  Its strange for me to think that in just four months we’ll be boarding a plane and flying off to Cairo to begin our two year teaching contract.  And I’ll admit I’m a little a nervous.

I love to travel and I’ve seen most of the United States.  But outside of Canada and the Caribbean I’ve never left the U.S. and now I’m moving to Egypt, a country that is still in the midst of a revolution and change.  I’ve grown comfortable on my quiet thirty acres of gorgeous woodland.  Moving to a foreign city of 22 million is going to force me to grow and change.

I’ve been thinking about change a lot lately.  That is the theme of my current manuscript and I realized that I’m a bit of a change junky.  Most of the time when I change and grow it is because of decisions I’ve made knowing that I would not come out of those decisions the same person I went in.   Even as a teenager most of the changes that occurred on the inside happened because I chose to do something big, like move in with in my dad (who I hadn’t lived with since I was three).

Its true that sometimes changed is forced upon you by death of a loved one, disease, or loss of job.  But most of the time our inner change is a direct result of our own decisions.

Change is coming for me and though I am a little nervous, I’m also excited.  Who will I be at the end of my two years?  Only God knows.