Far away land...

I came into the house, opened the window to let in the cool air, and I heard the mosque's call. My heart stirred and I felt both right at home and so far away. The familiar sound of the mosque called up that sense in my heart that sometimes almost overwhelms me - where do I really belong? My childhood experience, growing up overseas (16 years in Indonesia), has made me so different from most of the people I spend time with, most of my friends. But, I've lived in America long enough that most of the time no one can tell just how different I am. Do I want to seem the same? And just how different am I still?

Sometimes I feel like I'm losing the Indonesian part of me. Sometimes I feel it's gone. I don't like that. I do have a choice, though. I can do more Indonesian things, try to replant those roots back in my garden. This trip is bringing that up for me once again. It feels good and bad.

So I'm far away from home, my hubby, my life in CO. I'm not that far, though. Today we went to the boys' t-ball game. Moms were there with younger siblings, there were coaches milling about, and all the kids were so excited about their 2nd t-ball game. It was tons of fun, as was the birthday party we attended this evening, complete with pizza, cake and ice cream.

An amazing day, to say the least. The best parts of me and my past colliding with many of my fears. To my journal I go, and another good night's rest.

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