It has already been over a month since I left Las Cruces, NM. A month since I have gotten to hug my mom or hear my friends laugh. Wow! I am settling in to my new home for the year and have had a lot of time to think and reflect (especially when I got sick this last week and had to rest). Spending a year in a different country is sort of a crazy thing to do, but yet I am so glad I am here and welcomed with open arms. I sometimes wonder “Why me? Why am I here of all people and of all places?”. I sometimes feel like I am not the “right” person to be serving overseas. I don’t necessarily feel qualified enough to teach English in a high school or help empower the Roma youth that I will be working with and for. Less than a week ago, we had our Sending Service after which we left to our respective sites for the year. At the service, Rachel talked about how we are all called to this ministry. Us. Called. To Central Europe. I keep playing this message over in my head. I tell myself, “You are called to this ministry. You are called to be in Budapest. You are meant to be here.” These past few days of settling in have been full of uncertainty and getting ready to start work. I am still figuring out public transportation, but I am lucky to have my host family help me along the way. I am still figuring out how to “be a teacher”, and…well…when I figure that one out, I will let you know. Speaking Hungarian still makes me nervous. But, hey. I am called to this ministry. I am called to be in Budapest. And I am meant to be here. Struggles will come and go and some days, I will shine. As nervous as I am about truly starting this year, WOW am I excited! Today was my first day at the school but it was a very short and easy day for me because a lot of teachers were out due to sickness or travel. Tomorrow is my first day at Phiren Amenca and I look forward to working with totally rad people. Cheers to the first week of work and many more to come!


You are so right. You are where you’re meant to be. Your words made me think that the experience of being in another place is a little like trying on a new garment, maybe needing to shift it a bit and take a tuck here and there. Then it begins to feel like a perfect fit. I can relate to your thoughts about teaching English. I fell into an English teaching role in Turkey years ago–something I’d never imagined for myself. There were two outcomes: the wonderful students made each day a pleasure, and when I came back home, I studied to making TESOL my career. I’m excited to get to read about your excitement. Thank you so much for sharing your experience with us. I look forward to each post.
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