In 20 days I will be moving to Wales. There is a distinct possibility that my life will never be the same. I’ve got this weird thing. I blame it on being a middle child (Now that I’m thinking about it, I blame a whole lot of random stuff on being a middle child. Oh well). I love adventure, from moving to a new places to getting a new jobs, I’ll take it. However, the idea of growing, of changing, of people becoming different than they were before, that freaks me out.
I can handle change in environment, but I can’t handle it when people change.
Moving to Wales, I’m not worried about the new food or the new accents or the new way of washing dishes. I am worried that while I am gone people will change. I’m worried that the five year old boy who I used to nanny won’t like Thomas the Tank Engine anymore. Worse, he might not even remember who I am and how many bad guys we captured and damsels in distress we saved together. I’m worried that my siblings will grow up without me noticing and become semi-strangers. I’m worried that my best friends will move on in their lives and forget their crazy friend across the ocean.
I know it is selfish, but I just want to freeze the whole world while I’m gone. I want kids to promise me that they won’t grow up and adults to promise me that they won’t grow older. I guess this is what seasoned travelers call FOMO, fear of missing out. It isn’t that I don’t want them to have fun or host birthday parties that I can’t attend, it is that I don’t want people I know to become people I don’t know.
Who am I kidding? I won’t be frozen in time across the ocean like Rip Van Winkle. When I come home, I’ll have changed too. I don’t know how I’ll be different, but I’m pretty sure I will be. In some ways that is the scariest part of all.
I can’t control how other people change, but I can somewhat track myself. I’ve prepared myself questions: questions people have asked me, questions I’ve been asking myself. I want to half answer them now and then answer them again after a year or two to see how much I’ve changed.
Did You Pick Up A British Accent?
This has got to be the #1 thing people ask/tell me when they found out I’m moving to the UK.
“YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE AN ACCENT!”
Ummm… I’m 19, hopefully past the accent-aquiring stage, but then again I picked up a Mid-Western accent when Sarah Palin was running for Vice President, and I wasn’t even voting for her. In other words, I’m extremely vulnerable to accents. And multiple people have told me that when I was a wee one, I spoke with a British accent. I was probably acting out a princess story in the back of my mind or something.
Anyhow, I’m afraid coming back with an accent might come off as obnoxious, so I’m going to fight it.
Do You Speak Another Language?
If I haven’t become officially bilingual by the time I’m 22, I’ll be seriously disappointed in myself.
What Countries Have You Visited?
Okay, let’s give the dream list: Germany, Italy, Russia, Israel, Tajikistan. We’ll see how that goes.
What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?
A US Foreign Service Officer who works in crazy dangerous consulates for a few years before settling down to teach middle schoolers history.
What Is The Goal Of Your Whole Life?
Easy, Knowing Christ. Like my favorite song says:
Oh how sweet it is just to know my Christ!
Knowing Him’s the goal of my whole life.
Gaining Him supplies me, day by day,
He’s rich, He’s excellent in every way.
I’m fully captured by Him, my All in all,
He fills my heart with faith to love Him when I call.
Every day He grows more as faith in me
As I dwell one with Him organically.