As lovely as the weather is in Guadalajara, I have missed the seasons. I have been very cold recently, but I’m investing in some warmer clothes and the fall trees are so beautiful it is almost worth shivering inside my house. It has brought me so much pleasure to watch the changing leaves. It was just a few weeks ago that every leaf around town was green. Last week, they were hinting about changing, and this week there are more reds, yellows, and oranges than green. I was thrilled to be able to go on an afternoon hike with my sister last weekend. We climbed Mount Pleasant. It was only an hour from our house, but I had never been there. The drive out through pastures and winding mountain roads was beautiful. The hike itself was… fantastic… in the sense that I felt I was in the setting of an epic fantasy. The position of the sun casting shadows, the steady wind cooling and rustling the leaves, the golden ferns, and the top-of-the-world view all added to the experience.
I know that I haven’t been writing as much recently. It isn’t because I don’t have anything to say or because life seems boring compared to my exotic time overseas. It has actually been that my days are pleasantly full this season. It seemed that in Mexico, after school, I would have hours each day without anything to do. Now, I did everything possible to get out and enjoy Guadalajara. On weekends I would try to do something fun or see something new and make the most of the fact that I was living in another country. However, I was not surrounded by my regular hobbies, books, and projects that I had back in the states. I spent a lot of time on the internet, or if I was trying to be productive, writing for my blog.
This school year, now that I am back in Virginia, I have been very busy with school, even after school hours, and always seem to have something to do or someone who wants to spend time with me. It is fun being around all of our family’s craft and sewing supplies whenever I have a creative idea. It is fun to go yard-saling and get something cheap that needs a little tailoring or altering to make it meet my needs. It is fun to have my harp in my home and be taking lessons again. I’m so enjoying music and brushing the mothballs off of my repertoire to be able to play for other people. This morning I enjoyed playing in The White Hart coffee shop downtown. My new harp teacher even came by to see me. It is also nice to be able to go most places in Lynchburg by myself safely, without having to persuade someone else to go so that I can go myself.
So far, I would say it has been a good transition. I do miss Guadalajara very much, but it hasn’t been overwhelming or a burden. I’m very thankful to have found the Spanish speaking community here and I have the opportunity to speak Spanish at least once a week if not more often and I know that connection is helping me. I still think in Spanish sometimes and that always makes me smile. We’ll see what develops next season. I will try to take the time to reflect more so that I don’t miss anything and you can share it with me.
Photo belongs to Bri Barnwell.