Tuesday, May 28, 2013

One Year

Today is our 1 year anniversary of living in Memphis.

Part of me feels like I should say "Oh, how the time flies! A year already?" but mostly it feels like it's been dog years. Memphis time has not just been marked by the sensation of time passing but also by the sheer volume of events, knowledge, and growth accumulated. It feels as if we have packed 7 years into one.

This year has truly been the hardest year of our lives. Never have we cried harder, worked longer, prayed more earnestly, or been challenged more deeply. That moving truck piled high with our belongings, memories, and experiences could never prepare us for what we had to face this past year. Initially, homesickness and loneliness shrouded us and we had a very hard time adjusting. We felt so overwhelmed by it all. Thankfully, MTR is serious about building community. Slowly, Jon and I have found a routine despite constant changes. Now, our little budding friendships have grown into dear family. We couldn't imagine life in Memphis without the friends that we have made over the past year.

Despite how very challenging the year was, I am so thankful. Moving to Memphis has refined us. MTR has not only helped prepare Jon to be a better teacher, but it has laid an example for both of us as to how we can better love our city and the people in it. We came out on the other end as better than we began. I can already tell that Jon is a better man, husband, friend, and teacher because of moving to Memphis for the Memphis Teacher Residency.

This summer starts a new chapter for us. For the first time since I've know Jon, he will no longer be in school.  We plan on taking a long vacation to Europe to celebrate.  Can't. Wait. Then come this fall, he will be teaching full time. We have 3 more years here in our commitment to MTR and then who knows where the Lord will lead us. For now, we are just content to have survived the residency year, and thrived as a couple.

Friday, May 3, 2013


Today, an unseasonably cold and dreary weather front moved in. It has turned all things to shimmering wet and the air smells of damp earth. Days of 80-degree sunshine had forced many things into bloom, but their petals have all since fallen and washed away in the deluge. The ground is speckled in little white and pale pink petals that look much like dappled snow. Still, the lush green in the trees prevails. I find that it feels much like I am in a tree house canopy whenever I glance out one of the many tall windows. Such large rooms, such high ceilings. They echo the sound of the rain so beautifully. I have been playing old French music like Fréhel or beautiful orchestral and piano pieces while I work and allowing it to fill in the spaces where the furnishings are lacking. The slower pacing of the day has allowed me to let the self-prescribed pressures to clean and unpack simply wash away with the rain. 

I needed this today, even though it still came as a surprise. My busy hands, busy mind needed a pause.

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