HOME AWAY FROM HOME

Since we last checked in, we have moved from our lovely but temporary home in Comrie to our "forever for one year" flat in Perth. Two weeks of many visits to the Salvation Army Furniture center,  to assorted Charity Shops and every discount store we could find, and our home is pretty much complete! Yay! We are so thankful to have our own place to land. Home away from home, I guess, would be the most accurate way to describe our feelings when we walk in the door.

Don't judge - Houzz is not going to be beating down our door for a photo shoot, but we are very happy that our modest furnishings are cozy and welcoming:

We have two bedrooms and are waiting for that first visitor from home (you?). German Gasthaus is our decor - apparently 2016 is the year for Scots to donate all their knotty pine furniture to charity. Our flat may not scream "Scotland!" when you enter but it clearly tells the story of our needs being abundantly met by a very gracious Father who loves us. Leaning on God.

Young Lives Camp, 2016 Cairn Brae

The photo below is of the campers and their leaders at Young Lives Camp, Cairn Brae, Scotland 2016. Their pose says it all: campers/leaders/Young Life International/Young Lives = YL!

Tom and I were blessed to play a small role at this camp this year. We were the cooks/program helpers/general grunts. A peek at part of our schedule:

Bollywood and an around the world treasure hunt both involved us and got us out of the kitchen. For a couple of old geezers (in this group at least!), we did OK.

(Hint: monkeys!)

Young Lives is Young Life for young mums. Year round time with mentors, bi-weekly Club (which includes a meal with their children and childcare during Club time) and bi-weekly time in Bible study, teach these young women who Jesus is and how precious they are to Him. None of us are  meant to live life alone - we are children of the King and He is here for us.

This is the group our time will be focused on this year. We will be extra hands and feet for Annelie, Area Director for Tayside Young Lives. Young Life International has given us a 30 hour work week which we will be keeping track of for the UK government. Visa holders (through their Line Managers, who in our case is Annelie) are held accountable for using their time in the UK for the purpose stated in the Visa application. It's all very official and so...not too much monkeying around for us!

Leaning on God.

Wildlife Thus Far

In these early days of our time in Scotland, our "wildlife sighted" count is at 3.

1. A deer leaping into the woods on our country lane. From it's posterior (all we could see) we were unable to identify it other than it was not a blacktail deer. Do they even have those in Scotland? I'll let you know if we have any updates on that.

2. A spider the size of a chihuahua in our bathroom. Maybe only the size of a hamster, but really, really big and kind of brown and smooth. I only saw half of it - it was lurking behind the sink and then it scurried into an inaccessible place. I half want to see it again because it is taking on increasingly epic proportions in my memory. I would google Spiders of Scotland but my Scotland Road Photos (see last blog) experience makes that unappealing. If I spy it again and have my phone with me (unlikely, due to Shelob's last known location) I will take a photo.

3. Phil the Pheasant, our very own resident wild fowl. He is skittish but beautiful. Our Scottish friends are unimpressed. Apparently they are the equivalent of Stellar Jays at home - beautiful but very common. We are impressed and have taken many photos of Phil. Here is our best shot so far. Oops, sorry Phil! Poor choice of words.

An American Driving in Scotland

3 days driving in Scotland without incident. Whew.

First - the car. I was very nearly begging, crying and begging some more for an automatic transmission rental. We need to have transportation to do our job here and it takes a few weeks to be in the position to buy a car. I figured if I have to remember to drive on the left AND maneuver through roundabouts, the last thing either of us needed was for me to also be shifting with my left hand as well. As it turns out, automatics are much less plentiful than manuals and they must be requested well in advance. As it also turns out, driving a manual is like riding a bicycle - you never really forget how, it just takes a few wobbly (or jerky) spins around the block for it all to come back to you. So, we are driving a little Hyundai something or other and it's fine. You might think a large vehicle would be comforting in the sense of having more metal between you and all those oncoming lorries and such, but I'd rather have more space between us. So, small it is.

Second - driving out of the city. Perth is not a huge city but still a city. On the straight bits, it's pretty easy for this American to drive. After all, there are other cars to follow. They drive on the left, they stop in the right spots for the red lights, they stay left after they turn, they somehow know when the streets turn into one way streets even without all those arrows everywhere you see in the US. Oh but those roundabouts. They make total sense and even the markings are very clear but I find them only slightly less than terrifying. That's because the markings are just before you enter the roundabout. The puny one lane roundabouts we have at home are easy peasy - you just pull in and pull out where you want. But THESE roundabouts have three different options (although I'm sure there are even bigger ones out there - waiting to eat us up!): left arrow in left lane for first exit, straight arrow for second exit, right arrow for (NO! Don't turn right - go straight into the roundabout, then... wait for it -) the third exit. If you totally know where you are headed, piece of cake. If you are not exactly sure about this intersection, if you need to look at a street sign or something - forget about it! You have to go into these things with great conviction that you know where you want to go! Oh my.

Next - the country roads. For three days, I have gripped the wheel and have seen nothing of Scotland beyond the confines of the muddy/rocky/narrow edge and the oncoming cars close enough to reach out and touch. My husband has cheered me on, told me where to go (don't you go there), suggested with much earnestness, that I move away a bit from the edge (there are no shoulders) and tried to remain calm. Of course all the roads in Scotland aren't that dramatic - the motorways (freeways) are somewhat comparable to what we are used to, but man - a whole lot of the roads are that dramatic and more so. Never have I been so deliriously happy to get behind a bus or a piece of large farm equipment as I have been on a Scottish country lane: oops, have to go slow, what a shame.

Because I have not had the inclination to pull out of traffic to take a photo of any of these roads (are you kidding me?!), I googled "Photos of Scotland roads." That was a mistake. About every 6th photo is of a horrific road accident (hyperventilating here). OK...getting past those, I still couldn't find the exact type of road we have been driving to reach our Comrie house or the stone cottage our "boss" for this year lives in. Try it - google Scotland Roads and be amazed. And take it from me: our year ahead will find us navigating wee narrow, winding, scary, breathtakingly beautiful roads that I hope to be able to lift up my eyes and enjoy before we leave in 359 days.

OK, here's one that's similar to our roads (well, except for the snow):

Leaning on God.

Scotland Ho!

Planes, trains and...more trains delivered us at last to Perth, Scotland. We arrived on a beautiful sunny day to the lovely welcome committee of our friend and boss this year, Annelie.

This is in our hotel room at the Parklands on the South Inch. The lighting is awful but I liked the pictures, so...The balloon says "Welcome Home!" What a treat and what an impression this extravagant train station welcome made on Claire, a greenhouse gas consultant we sat with and talked with on the train from Edinburgh to Perth. You just never know who might be touched by something you do for someone else.

We are tired and elated; in love with and annoyed with one another; homesick and falling in love with our new home. Leaning on God.

Gradual Culture Shift

Today was the first day of our Scottish adventure. We began in Portland at 5:40 a.m. Does EVERYONE take a photo of feet on PDX carpet? Just in case it's obligatory...

Then it was off to Canada! Definitely it's own country (Canadian friends!), but not so very different that we needed to try strange food or speak a different language (or try to understand "English"). French always followed our familiar English, on the flight and on public transportation in the city of Toronto. Americans all know the "eh" and "aboot" thing so we feel very at home still. Because this IS the first day of our 365 day adventure, we had Indian food for dinner - HA! Crazy kids. 

We are exhausted and exhilarated, not yet burdened by homesickness and still leaning on God.

Counting Down to Takeoff

T minus 12 days and counting. People ask "Are you busy getting ready to leave?" (Overwhelmed) "Are you excited?" (Like a kid on Christmas Eve) "Isn't it going to be hard to leave everyone, especially your new grand baby?" (Way, way beyond hard)

I keep imagining we are astronauts, two weeks from launch date. So many details still to fit into place; (surely) an element of dread at leaving loved ones far behind; (just as surely) palpable excitement for what is to come; and (most certainly) a conviction that this is what you were made to do.

OK, so Scotland isn't exactly the moon and our danger factor isn't any higher than an average trip abroad. We are concerned about where we will live and if we will come off as ugly Americans, rather than being concerned about our O rings functioning and will we successfully re-enter earth's atmosphere. Yet there is definitely the "can't get home quickly/easily" factor and most definitely the "out of our element factor". And that probably explains the high excitement factor. 

When was the last time we stepped out so far on a limb? I admit, I am comfy being comfy and this limb is looking shaky and small. Common sense is screaming "Back up and get down from this tree, you nut!" Wisdom, however, is quietly saying "Step out and see what God has planned for you." And that is the most exciting thing we have ever done, the most compelling skinny limb we have gone out on. Leaning on God.

It's the goodbyes that get ya.

 

Back in the Saddle Again

After a five year absence, Tom and I were back at Washington Family Ranch for a week of Young Life camp! For the first time, we were not there as part of the Medical Team at a High School camp but as Adult Guest Hosts at a Young Lives camp.

We were blessed with lovely people for guests who both experienced the wonders of the camp and gracefully overlooked our rookie mistakes:

They cheerfully labeled the "elderly grandmother hopping out of the Jolly Trolley to push us up the hill" as a unique adventure. And, they were kind when half of our hosting team vanished for a few hours to consult on and confer with the (official) medical team about an infant who needed a weight check. A food scale in the dining hall, parchment paper and a cookie sheet got 'er done.

Sadly, the Jolly Trolley incident was not captured by anyone's smart phone but Tom's pediatric adventure and my great blessing to get to hand out Bibles to new believers on the last morning of camp were.

God works in many ways and we are so often surprised by Him, aren't we? From giving an older woman the gift of being able to be our hero by pushing a stalled golf cart up off a gravel path to figuring out how to help a young mom and her infant when the necessary equipment is not available, God is never restricted by limited imagination like we often are.

We are re-energized and more excited than ever for our year in Scotland helping Young Life serve the Lord. And who knows what THAT will look like? 😊

Welcome to Scotland Ho! As Tom and I embark on our gap year in Scotland we will give brief, hopefully entertaining, updates on our adventure. We will post photos and experiences from beginning (PDX on Sep 19, 2016) to end (PDX on Sep 20, 2017) and as many points in between as we are able (i.e. remember). Until that time, we will continue the eye-twitch inducing tasks involved in preparing to be away from home for a year. If anything particularly interesting happens before we leave, we will try out our new blog, but officially we will begin in September. Stay tuned!