So we have moved again (not sure this deserves and exclamation mark but I feel I should add one to emphasize what a huge change this has been)! On January 29th, my family of three left the tiny nation of Singapore for Houston, Texas. My second time to live in Houston. I miss Singapore dearly right now... the food, friends, the reliable, oppressive heat, flip flops every day, the beach, swim squad, my students, our church family, hearing Mandarin and Tamil spoken everywhere, Little India on Sunday night. The MRT at rush time, squeezing in amongst hoards of Singaporeans and foreigners, reveling in anonymity. While I know this phase of missing my old home will pass with time, I hope I always miss Singapore in some ways. I became a mama in Singapore. A role I was never quite sure I would ever want or be good at. I realized, accepted - and finally heard! - God's purpose for my life. I questioned my beliefs, I stretched myself to the breaking point trying to comprehend God's presence in the world and why so many live in such horrific squalor and disease.
Each time I move I am reminded of the quote "Bloom wherever you are planted." I must admit, this is tough for me. I'm nothing like the thriving flowers pictures behind the text below. The more times I move, the harder "blooming" becomes. I actually quite hate it right now. I am weary. I am weary of starting over, making new friends and reinventing my career, locating employment, settling into a new rhythm and finding a new piece of life somewhere new... Yet, I am in love with change too. I am so uncomfortable each time yet through my discomfort and adjustment, a tremendous growth occurs. So, here's to blooming in Houston...!