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| "Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar."
—Bilbo Baggins | | |
| Today is the day of reckoning for our old friend Andrew. Today he pays for all of his shortcomings and failures throughout the semester: why has he yet again waited until the last minute to finish his work? why has he become so cynical? why is he out of energy? why is he so disconnected from his home, from his friends, and from the goals he has set for himself? why in the world hasn't he learned a few lessons by this point?!
What will come of ol' AC? Well, in four days he'll be home, and perhaps the respite will rejuvenate him; he is sure that being there will give him a fresh perspective to face the coming days. In the meantime, we all wish him a hearty Godspeed. | | |
| The last weekend for us in Austria begins. Here I stay, opting out of another weekend of travel. I'm tired. I've travelled so much, am worn out and homesick, and am sapped of energy. It's been a long time since I've been to church. I don't mean to lament....
Yesterday (Tuesday) we had our Thanksgiving dinner. It was really nice to let our Austrian friends join in our holiday. I was able to talk with Georg (the hotel owner's wife's 15 y/o brother), mostly about school and English and German. It was fun. The food was good (but not Mom's) and a few of us even provided some musical entertainment.
The opportunity afforded me a chance to remember all that I indeed have, all that God has given me. In that respect, my travelling matters less and a few other things—family, church, life goals—come out to the forefront. Call it the lament of the weary traveller, but I am looking forward to getting back to those dear things.
At the same time, I am not at all down about Europe. Aside from not having free refills or other equally insignificant things, I really enjoy it. It's not Europe I don't like, but the incessant unsettled travelling; if I were living here (preferably with my family around), I think I'd be fine.
Speaking of, lately I've been really thinking about teaching English here. (I know, Don.) Being in these German-speaking countries has done wonders for my German, and as I've been helping friends out with their German homework, I see how much I really do have a knack for relaying the ideas... and I love doing it! Of course, I'm not majoring in English, ESL, or even education, but there are plenty of options out there. We shall see.
So, here's wishing you all a happy Thanksgiving! | | |
| Die Herren der Schöpfung
von: Andrew Conkling
Mit Freunden find' man Freud'
Aber sie ist flink und flüchtet
So jene folgen ihr
Folgen ihr in fremde Fantasien
In finst're ferne Flammen
Und in der Ferne entdecken sie flimm're Fried'
Aber viele feste Felsen fratzen sie
Sie werden flau
Obwohl steht's nicht flach
Folgen sie an Freudes Fersen
Aus das frierte Land
Zu den Friedensberg
An Gotts Gipfel
Sich über ihren Erfolg zu freuen. | | |
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