When I think of the hardest day I have had here in
Australia, I think of February 28th. It was a Thursday, which meant
no class. Only a week after arriving, I was planning on going off and exploring
this new place. But when I woke, loneliness awoke with me. As I ate this weird
food for breakfast that I didn’t like, in this new house, all by myself I felt
this sadness. I wondered how long I would have to do this same routine.
I counted- 111 days.
Whew.
I divided that in half, and counted to the half way mark- it
was the April 13 and 14 weekend.
And I cried.
That seemed that an incredibly long time.
To eat flavourless museli every morning.
To travel on the confusing buses.
To walk in the hot sun, getting blisters all over my feet.
To get to know these people who I hadn’t figured out.
To spend in class, with lecturers I couldn’t understand.
To attempt to understand the culture.
To live with this new family that seemed so unlike mine.
To sleep in an unfamiliar room on a bed that I couldn’t find
a comfortable position on.
To spend away from my amazing friends.
To spend away from my loving family.
My home, my culture, my heart.
How was I ever to make it?
I immediately grabbed my phone and called home. It was a 40
minute phone call and most of it was filled with me bawling. Of all the low
moments here, that was by far my lowest. I told my mom I wanted to come home,
that I didn’t like it here, that I was never going to make it the four months. I
cried harder as I told my mom I counted to halfway and I didn’t think I could
even make it that long.
Yet, here it is a month and more past that day. In fact, I
am 18 days away from heading home, leaving me well past half way.
When that halfway mark came, I celebrated. Not because I
hate it here and I am dying to come home. I was celebrating in how far God has
brought me, because I absolutely love it here. It is an emotion I never dreamed
of feeling that February morning. Yet, I do and it is beautiful.
So what’s been happening to make it so beautiful? The better
question would be what hasn’t been happening.
Easter break was an extraordinary week.
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I had a few moments of sadness thinking that I was missing
Easter back home. But God quickly reminded me of the importance of finding joy
here. In addition, I realized that the weekend I was about to have was unlike
any other Easter weekend I will probably ever have in my life.
That weekend took place in Cairns, Queensland! Saturday
morning, 6 friends and I flew 3 hours up north to what is definitely now one of
my favourite towns in the world.

Easter day was spent at The Great Barrier Reef! One of my
greatest dreams has always been to come to Australia and see The Great Barrier
Reef. To be able to accomplish that on Easter was humbling. We took a long boat
ride out to two different locations where we snorkeled. The boat tour fed us a
delicious lunch- something very important to hungry students with little money!
The Reef itself is a beautiful display of God’s handiwork. You feel this unique
sense of being free as you simply swim with that art work surrounding you. I
would race with the fish, chase them down between rocks, swim around jellies. I
saw such a wide array of colours and fish. It reminded me of how much of God’s
beauty I have yet to see in this world.
That night we all ‘splurged’ and went out to a great burger
place for our Easter dinner. It was nothing reminiscent of the Easter meals I
grew up around and missed this Easter. But it was a different kind of
wonderful. We all sat and talked about our dreams. Because I am a dreamer, I
couldn’t think of a better conversation topic for that meal.
The next day was my favourite of the trip. We took a tour of
the Daintree Rainforest with Uncle Brian’s Fun and Falls Rainforest tour. If
you’re ever in Australia, please do this tour! We traveled to four different
locations on Gus the Bus. The four locations were places to swim including a
place with natural rock slides, Milla Milla Falls and a volcanic crater lake.
In between each location, we had a bit of a ways to travel. But ‘Cousin Rohan’
as our guide was called made it a party. There are not words to describe the
pure glee I felt. We sang songs (complete with hand motions) at the top of our
lungs and played crazy games. The best location in my opinion was Milla Milla
Falls, a 100 foot water fall. Number 30 on my bucket list is to swim through a
waterfall. I was able to cross that off then! It was such a God focused moment-
to see it, to swim under it, to look out from within it and then to swim
through it. Once inside, I just sat there feeling the spray from the rushing
water. I could not stop praising God for His Hand in this semester. I couldn’t
stop saying ‘this is crazy’ over and over. I always knew God loved it when I
dreamed my crazy dreams. But to be able to experience Him giving me the
beautiful accomplishment of catching those dreams is unlike anything else. At
the end of our tour, we went platypus spotting where I was even able to see
this endangered, local animal.
Later that week our program took a trip to ‘the outback’.
Better known to Australians as Louth, New South Wales or ‘back of bourke’. This
trip was incredible and was just what I needed. I am in no way a city girl. I
have figured that out this trip. While I love living in the city, the moment
our bus left the tall buildings, loud noises and busy streets, I realized why I
love the town life. Towns offer just enough civilization to keep you alive, yet
enough land to keep you sane. For this season, I am more than content to live
in the city as everything you can imagine is at your fingertips. But I most
definitely miss those hills I grew up surrounded by.
We took a 2-day bus trip out to Louth. I grew up on road
trips so I was in my element. We had very few stops and therefore I was
thankful for those summer trips out to Colorado when my dad wouldn’t stop for
the bathroom. You learn how to hold it for a while without a bathroom stop.
Once in Louth we stayed at Trilby Sheep Station. They have
300,000 acres of land and herd the sheep with helicopters. But there are also
goats, dingos and kangaroos! It was incredible to see real life kangaroos. It’s
the most majestic thing watching wild kangaroos. They hop so gracefully.
Actually, they glide they don’t even hop. It’s so peaceful and beautiful.

It was also a great time of bonding with my group. I really
believe God surrounded me with the greatest 20 something people this semester.
They’re ready for anything and nothing stops them. I’ve gained a love for each
individual person in my group. Each one has taught me something beautiful about
life, our Lord, adventure- whatever.
While the Cairns trip was focused on facing fears and
thriving off of adventure, the time in the Outback was a time of solitude. I am
not one for silence. Back home, I always play music. In the shower, in the car,
getting ready. Whatever it is, noise is with me. But out in the Outback we were
challenged to leave behind our noise making machines. And without the noise of
the city, it was me, God and my thoughts for a lot of the trip. We had a lot of
down time and in this time, I was forced to face my thoughts. Where as with the
city or iPod noise, I usually push my thoughts to the back of my head and avoid
tackling the big issues at certain times. I will face them eventually, but
usually through the medium of voicing them to somebody.

I’ve been blessed to make incredible friends here. They’re
just what I need at this time, in this season. For the first few weeks while I
was here, I struggled thinking I would never find friends. I meant what I said
earlier about feeling like I’m here with some of the greatest people. No matter
the activity, they always make it an adventure. I know my semester would be
incredibly different if it weren’t for some of them.
My homestay has been going swell, as well. I’m actually not
home that often. Class Tuesday night, Growth Group Wednesday night, I serve on
Thursday nights, I’m usually in the city adventuring on Friday and Saturday
nights and Sunday I’m at church for the 7pm service. But when I’m home, I’m
either doing homework up in our room or down chatting with my host parents.
My host family, roommate and I always have great
conversations. Whether it be about souvenirs, adventures to fit in, my classes
or the state of the health care reform in the States. And that last one isn’t a
joke. My host dad is very well educated and is trying his hardest to fit in as
many of a history and political lessons as he can during each conversation.
Sometimes I think just living with him should earn me 3 credits due to all I’ve
learned!
It’s going great with my roommate as well. We have such a
special relationship that I really treasure. She’s starting to figure me out
and knows that my ‘I’m okay’ usually means I’m not. She’s always there ready to
listen though. We’ve fit in some roommate dates lately- a movie night, an
afternoon in the city and a breakfast date are a few. We’ve talked about how
we’re thankful we’re roommates because we aren’t sure our paths would’ve
crossed enough this semester for us to become close friends.
Other adventures include bike riding in Centennial Park,
seeing a show at the Opera House, visiting Coogee beach, souvenir shopping at
the markets in suburbs, participating in ANZAC day by attending the march in
the city, going to an AFL game, learning how to throw a boomerang and a spear,
a day out with my host mom, going to Cronulla beach and sand dunes and trying
kangaroo in the form of a delicious burger.
The Opera House show was STUNNING. We saw Cirque de la
Symphonie. It was basically different acrobatic moves put to Symphonie music,
played by the Sydney Symphony. Simply beautiful and it was over way too quick!
It was fun to get dressed up and go out to eat. All night I kept remembering
where I was and thinking about how crazy it was. When I was 16, I used a
picture of the Opera House as the background on my iTouch. I kept remembering
that that night and thanking God that even crazy dreams come true!


The ANZAC march was a cool thing to experience. Australians
show their patriotism very differently than Americans, one way being that
displaying flags is rare. But on this day, flags were everywhere and outward
patriotism was more than apparent. It felt very 4th of July-ish,
which is one of my favorite holidays. It
also made me feel very local and ‘Australian’, a unique feeling.

My host mom is a teacher so she had two weeks off for school
break. (Side note: Aussies have SO many holidays…four weeks of holiday a year,
not including breaks and more). On Thursday she took us out to different
suburbs around the area to get a different cultural experience. We visited
Cabramatta for the Vietnamese experience and had Pho and a tart, Lakemba for
Lebanese culture and Auburn for the Turkish cultural time, getting Turkish
Delight and Baklava. Earlier in the week, both my host mom and dad took me to
Petersham, the Portuguese suburb here. They still don’t understand how I can
have a Portuguese heritage and a) not know anything about those roots and b)
have no interactions with the culture. They’re trying their hardest to educate
me here! It was great to spend some time with them away from the house.
Two weeks ago was a rough one. I reached this point of being
tired of learning. Of being stretched, of being challenged. I was nearing the
exhaustion point of being forced to change. I just wanted to be home, where I
know comfort, where I’m not constantly adjusting to being uncomfortable every
second of the day.
Unfortunately we took our South Coast trip when I was
feeling those emotions. We traveled 3-hour trip down the coast to Jervis Bay to
spend the weekend with an Aboriginal community. It was part of our Indigenous
History, Cultures and Identity class. We walked through the ‘bush’ learning
about native plants and such. We discussed what the roles of men and women are.
And we talked about how they worship God, and if He is the same God we serve.
That last point was a hard one to tackle when I was exhausted from learning and
being challenged, let me tell you. I do not really have any wisdom to share
about that topic and it’s something I’m still battling and struggling with. But
I doubt I’ll find an answer any time soon, to be honest.
While a lot of people really enjoyed it, I just couldn’t
invest myself. As hard as I tried to get involved in the learning, my mind just
refused. While I was respectful (don’t worry, mom!) and paid attention, I
wasn’t really having fun. I was more than grateful to get back into the city.
Which was such a switch from what I felt coming back from the Outback, when I
had almost mini- culture shock (more like city shock) and didn’t want to be
back.
Thankfully, there were some hidden highlights in the trip. One would be my totem group, featured above.
Thankfully, there were some hidden highlights in the trip. One would be my totem group, featured above.

While on the ferry ride, I stood against the railing. I
closed my eyes and embraced the moment. I felt the ocean wind, I tasted the
salt water spraying against my face and lips, I admired the water, the bridge,
the Opera House. And I thought to myself, “what did I ever do to deserve
this?”.
It’s days like those that I don’t think I’ll be able to
leave Australia. As my roommate says, you really only want to go home when
you’re stressed out, locked in your room or the library doing homework. But
when I am not doing homework, I am continuously falling in love with Australia.
Whether it be out with friends getting lost, delicious
dinners with my host family, ferry rides through the bay, trying new, crazy
foods, taking adventures to check off items on my ‘Australia Bucket List’ or
just embracing culture here. Each day offers new experiences to grow, to
strengthen my relationship with God, to love this place God has brought me to.
When I think back to that February 28th morning,
I have to smile. Oh, how this time here has changed me.
I still eat that museli. But I’ve found it actually have a
sweet tasting flavour.
I still take buses. But I’ve learned more about how the run,
how to figure out the schedule and the power of just asking if you’re lost.
Walking in the sun has paid off as I have a pretty nice tan.
And I’ve decided those blisters are just another way I’m going to convince my
mom we should go get pedicures when I get home.
I’ve gotten to know some amazing people here and they really
aren’t as weird as I first thought. In
fact, some of them will remain my closest friends for as long as I live.
Class is still boring sometimes. I can understand the
lecturers better. But I’ve found out it’s not that bad asking for them to
repeat something.
Three months in and I have found that the culture here is
beautiful. It’s a big melting pot, even bigger than the States.
Living with a new family has stretched me in so many ways.
While yes, they are totally different than my family, their heart to love stems
from the same place as my family back home.
Spending the time apart from my friends has been tough. But
I’ve learned to be thankful for Facetime, Instagram, Skype, iMessage, Facebook,
emails and letters. And I’m even more thankful that they haven’t forgotten me!
Being away from my family, my home, my culture, my heart is
still difficult. I think leaving all of that behind will be difficult no matter
where I go.
But with 18 days left here (crazy, right?!), I continue to celebrate in how far God has
brought me.
And I know there’s a lot more to fit in in these next 3
weeks!