My resume was recently submitted for a role but the company decided not to interview me - the position was a permanent, rolling six-month contract so it's understandable that I'm not a good fit. When I checked my voicemail yesterday and heard that I wasn't shortlisted my heart fell as I realized this is the end of the line. I cried a few times yesterday (including at bible study - sorry guys) over the reality that this adventure is nearly finished and I'll soon have to say goodbye to my friends and church family, but this morning I woke up ready to go home.
This is me at a castle in Wales only a couple of weeks after arriving in Britain. I had plans, fears, dreams, goals, and no idea how amazing my life would be over the next ten months.When I decided to move here, one of my primary goals was to just settle in and experience life here. I didn't want to live out of a suitcase, I wanted to feel like I belonged. I've definitely had that experience. I have a church family I love, friends to hang out with, and I feel incredibly spoiled by all the travel opportunities that have come my way.
There are a few details to sort out for my flight home so I'm not sure when I'll arrive back on Canadian soil, but it'll likely be in the next week or two. I'll continue posting until I return home!
5 comments:
I think this is marvelous! Although I will surely miss your stories of adventures and everyday life there. Also, sad for your friends there who will miss you so much. The right decision certainly isn't always the easiest.What will you blog about next?!
I'm going to miss blogging about my adventures here, but this trip has shown me that everyday life can be an adventure, it just depends on your perspective. (At this point I don't have plans to start another blog... I just don't think my life in Canada is very intriguing.)
I'm getting all sorts of threats from my friends here... the most popular is stealing my passport, but tonight there was a joke about breaking my leg in the hopes that I wouldn't be allowed to fly. I'm going to have to start watching my back.
why didn't I think of that!!
Myself and Hannah decided, while playing that we are going to chain you up. This has just come to mind. I expect when you started your travels you had many chains, some arE broken, some still remain and since travelling and settling here in England new chains have latched on. However it is the anchor of God that keeps us afloat and that is what keeps us tied together. Even when we are going oceans apart x x x
Very true. Good picture!
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