Unforgettable

Wow. I forgot how long a year is – for everyone, I’m sure. This time last year, I was fresh back from Uganda, didn’t know if I could or should come back to Biola, and was living out of boxes cuz I didn’t know where I’d be calling home. And now, too, I’m living out of boxes and not sure where I’ll be in a month - though I know I’m not going back to Biola this fall! A year is a long time.

But I also know where home is now, because I feel homesick just thinking about leaving my roommates and Gagelymates and metromates (Los Angeles metro area, that is!). Thanks for that, mates. I know you guys, and any of the transitions talk torrey people reading this, and anyone else, too, you all have your own stories this past year and homes made, too. Man, not just from one year but from all four years, if you’re a graduate! Long, complicated stories and dramatic, exhausting, exciting homes, I’m sure. And now we’re all embracing living on the liminal edge of not knowing where the crap our future stories and homes are headed.

If that’s not enough, we’re trying to remember and apply four years of lessons from our stories into every single one of our life choices. As Usher would say, Oh my gosh. And I thought remembering four months of lessons from Uganda was/is hard! I had a bit of a slap across the face reminder about that, and I want to share it. I got this chat message from a Ugandan student:

Sarah, how are u? when you left Uganda then u decided to forget about us.

This message sucks. I share it cuz I don’t want any of you people sending or receiving a message like this in a year, whether from a friend or from one of your most loved authors or from your own journal or a convicting song or even from God.

I don’t want you to, but you probably will. Me, too. We’re kind of forgetful. Heh. But I’m hoping maybe by sharing this reminder, maybe you guys can do a little better than me at remembering. And for you transitions talk people, maybe you can clue me in on good ways to remember that so I don’t get another message like this for a while. Maybe we could have story time about what’s happened to us these past four years, to help us remember. Ask ourselves what’s unforgettable, or at least what we want to be.

I love story time. Mmm. Tasty.

Peace.