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Preamble On Living (I) On Living (II) On Leaving (I) On Leaving (II) Afterword

:: Preamble ::   of anticipation ahead,           
mingled with one last look at my family and friends,          
and I was already half a planet's circumference away         
from all that I have known for the past decade.        


I had many questions.
Of their answers and how I would answer them, I did not know.

For the first weeks, I was homesick; and it was enlightening, if you can believe that. Every of those days, 'while the sun prepared to set at eight post meridiem after a flock of happenings during the day, I would look at the darkening sky and miss home.

13 January

  (Together with my Kch friends who saw me off that morning.)
During the first few weeks in an all new place, memories were altogether scars to the heart, propellant to the days and condiment to life. Sometimes, things would happen that made 'my mind skip pass the heavy layers of memory, like a pebble thrown across water.' (29 Apr)
Suddenly all that I have known for the past decade became no longer all that I am. Rather they are now a mere component of a much huger picture, still in the painting.' (20 Jan)

Being in an all-new land with virtually no contacts,
every day involuntarily metamorphoses into a great adventure surpassing expectations (mainly because I plainly did not know to expect!)…:

I have explored my suburb thoroughly on foot looking for a homestay,
received unexpected treats for lunch and dinner on various journeys done,
took buses quite blindly, then being able to find and reach the destination in time,
and miraculously "stumbled upon" the pastor from the church which later I went to for the whole year.

Testaments of God's sovereignty and grace my days sung.

 
Being totally new to...