The day before I left Turkey to fly home I was quite solemn about the whole thing. Actually I was sad about leaving. I sat in my tiny kitchen looking up at the wall that's covered with my kids' schoolwork that they had done throughout the course of the year. My little home. My beautiful little home that's housed so many wonderful moments together. My mismatched dishes, my silverware drawer that lacks one of those plastic organizers, my storebought water barrel, my cluttered windowsill with knick-knacks from my life but mostly my kids', my dirty floor that has been swept daily once and sometimes twice, all the way up to our bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. Definitely not the kind of place that people are going to comment on when they walk in the door. The usual, "Ooohhh, Ahhhh, I love your place," wouldn't be uttered. In fact, wherever I have called home, that has been the case. No frills. Just functionality. Just a place where food can be prepared quickly, items can be located easily, and people can be put comfortably. That leaves me a lot more time for memories to be made.
So anyway, I was sad. Sad because it may be the last time I ever step inside this little home. After I step out of it, it might be boxed away in my memory forever. Folded up. The next tenants might sterilize it and throw away all the love we had in it and fill it up with fancy furniture and showy decor and then run away to work each day and never spend any time in it. Never laugh in it, never mess it up, never read in it's rooms, never open it's windows and let in the outside air. Poor, lonely, little home.
After that day, the day of the trip came and adrenaline rushed in. I was going to fly for the first time alone with my three Tumbleweeds. How would it go? Knowing those three, crazy probably. From the moment I woke up to the time I got on the plane and we were taking off, there was no time to look wistful and get teary eyed, which is what I would have done if I were a little less stressed. So as we rose in the air a chapter closed and a new one has opened.
I can count the times on one hand where a chapter ends in my life.
1. I flew home from Spain after a year there.
2. I got released from my mission.
3. I married my husband.
4. I gave birth to my first baby.
5. I flew home from Turkey.
There are many more chapters in my life, but none mean as much to me as these. My first chapter opened the world's doors for me. It taught me so much about people in other places. It taught me that I can do anything I want to in life. My second chapter taught me that occupying yourself in the Lord's service is fulfilling and beneficial to a selfish young adult's soul. My third chapter ended my single days. I would never wonder about my life with anyone else again. I would have company from that day on for the rest of my life. My fourth chapter got rid of this question ever entering my mind, "I wonder what I'll do today?" It also began my years as a mother. My husband put it very well in his latest post. My fifth chapter taught me a lesson in finding happiness wherever you are. Although, I'm no pro, I began that journey in Turkey. Thank you Turkey for digging the foundation. Perhaps someday I'll be a stalwart, sturdy individual that can roll with any punch, rain or shine. Insallah!
There is one thing that I know will happen, however. If my husband and I ever settle down, or exceed an income of $30, 000, we will look back on our days in that blessed country and wish we could step back just for a moment and mingle in that jolly society again where you go out of the house just to get out. Even now I look back and think about how much fun we had together. Who knows? Perhaps that's where we will end up. But for now we have a quest and I don't know where it will take us. Join us and please do comment. I love them.