Packin' It Up


We are wrapping up our last week here in Poipet before returning to the USA. And I think we've picked a pretty good time to come home. The short outbursts of rain that have been happening the past few months have now drawn out into an all-day affair. For the first time here, it is truly chilly, believe it or not. And I love that part. What is bad about the rain is how the roads turn into a messy flood. But that won't bother us too much after we get in that taxi and drive to the capitol, flying out Saturday night. 

Andrew and I went to lunch with our friend Paul, gorged ourselves on Thai food (note: the three of us devoured a large tom yum soup, chicken and hot basil, pad se ew, and a huge platter of fried rice. All for $14.) and reminisced together over the past 5 months in Cambodia. Paul asked us what kind of experiences stood out to us and what we'd learned from them. We laughed over the memories of taxi rides gone awry, struggling to communicate something so simple ("I want lime.") in Khmer, adjusting to cold showers and erratic electricity, and getting over my initial terror of driving a moto. Andrew says I've gotten more relaxed and less anal, and I think that just might be true. 

I have definitely learned that I cannot be in control of everything at once, and it's better if I don't try to be. Getting muddy isn't the end of the world; I should expect it. I should also expect people to misunderstand my Khmer and not get what I'm saying the first time I say it...or fourth. The traffic is terrifying and will always be so; I just have to develop jedi instincts and be always aware of everything going on around me. People will do whatever they can to survive here, even if it means taking advantage of others who are more well-off than they are (like me). And even if I explain how I want curtains sewn, with a translator, and draw a picture of exactly what I want, I shouldn't expect them to come out just like that - in fact, having them look anything like the picture is just a bonus. 

I can also expect that, no matter what happens, God is the one in control. Period. And my job is to leave the controlling part up to him. Not having luxuries like a car or hot water isn't so bad, because God more than makes up for it with Himself, the amazing relationships he puts into our lives and the crazy adventures we have here in Cambodia. 

So we are excited about being home - but also excited about committing to the next two years to living in Cambodia and working here, whatever that may look like.