Tonight, I miss music, and I like lime.
I'm looking forward to Cinco de Mayo.
I miss my ability to manipulate music at the moment. Like a young child misses a toy that he knows he should've brought along with him. Kicking the back of his parents car seat in his own pure, innocent anger. I miss my guitar. I have no way to play music at the moment. No way to express myself through something other than thought. Except words. So as I try to paint a picture of perpetual perceptions of my trip, I can only use unheard, yet understood utterances.
I have a plan. It must be made by tomorrow, but I cannae tell anyone of my plan. Though most would be upset with it like sunflowers on a cloudy day.
Hari ini, saya kerja di Starbucks semua hari. Setelah saya pergi ke sekolah bahasa, mencoba tolong mereka dengan orang-orang siapa tak bisa bicara di inggris. Sehari dengan banyak tapi di waktu sama, tak apa
(Today, I worked at starbucks for most of the day then afterwards i headed to a language school here in the City Centre to ask if I could help with the students there. They are getting back to me. Today was a day full, yet full with nothing. Truly special)
I love it all the more with the scripture that implores us to live quiet simple lives. and I did today, and it was great.
Back to my main point of expression though, I have discovered great new music here, but I long to sit and make my own. To create masterpieces of audio, but that no one else will ever hear. I miss writing songs for God, that I never write down. That are strictly for Him alone.
I'm not sure what else to say today. I am including a picture for Kelly Gaita. she has been pining for a photograph of the Starbucks where I work, so there it is. (at the top)
Are there any great wisdoms from the British culture to share for today? Ah, Here's one. I'll miss the food greatly when I go home. I just get a strong desire sometimes for a pie. Steak pie that is. I would like to mention my dear Granny at this point and would like to say thank you for all the steak pies she has made me over the years which were more than delicious. (that is her on the left, my papa is in the foreground.)
I also have come to believe that I am a severely adaptable person. This can be good and bad. It is not something of which I wish to boast, for me to boast in anything but Christ would be folly, but here it is. My mind and body are in different spots right now. I'll say it simply. Scotland feels like home to me. I don't think about going home really. My mind has rolled into a state where I now live here, regardless of where it is. My life and friends are here now. (this is not to discount my friends stateside because I miss you dearly)but I feel like I'm here now and this is where I am. When it comes time to board the plane home; I will cry. I will miss Scotland, but they a few days later I will be happy where I am. and that will be home. Cathy used to always say that I had the funniest way of calling wherever I was going to sleep that night, "home." So you'll have to excuse me, but to me, my life now is settled in Edinburgh. I will surely come home, so don't worry, but I don't feel like I'm just on a visit. I hope you can understand what I mean.
I'm learning so much about myself, while I'm here. It's almost scary. I have learned more in these 5 weeks than a good portion of my college career, but then again, Life is a great teacher. I think I'll close it for tonight. I want to hear some comments on my end times post, but do as you will. Sleep good America for I am already in bed.
Cheers.
Ian
