If living abroad has taught me anything, it’s that no matter where you go, you take yourself with you.
Who you were where you were, will be who you are where you are going.
That despite the change of scenery, a personal change can only happen if, and when, you are open to it.
But it doesn’t always feel that way.
Instead, it feels like the move itself is the change.
That the act of physically changing locations somehow changes you.
As if it were a given …
Recently, I’ve been finding myself, like many others these days, spending a lot of time alone and feeling a sense of longing for the future.
I am fighting for a sense of familiarity again in these foreign times.
And in doing so, I am finding that nothing has really changed.
Who I was before COVID-19 is who I am now.
The landscape has changed and I feel like I should be different … but the truth of the matter is that I am not. And although it feels like I will be a different person after all this is over and done with, I have come to terms with the reality that I probably won’t be.
These circumstances are not me.
So it is up to me, and me alone, to make the change for myself.
From lonely to hopeful.
From frustrated to caring.
From anxious to more patient.
From feeling like I’m going through all of this alone to knowing that we are all in this together, working not only for a better, brighter tomorrow but also for a gracious today.