I probably shouldn’t post this until Handsome actually arrives in the country, which will be on Friday afternoon (only two more sleeps!) but I feel like I’ve made another transition and I want to write about it.
It’s been a long journey to get here. You can read about it here (Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5) My husband has finally been issued his green card. The American Consulate in Auckland has been fantastic. They received a copy of his police report from PNG by email on Wednesday morning from the Embassy in Port Moresby and they processed the visa the same day. Handsome got a call from them about noon on Wednesday to say that the visa had been issued and he arranged to have them courier it (send by registered mail) so he will receive it first thing Thursday morning (which is my Wednesday afternoon, so today). We already booked tickets for him to leave Auckland on Friday evening. Miraculously my dad was able to use airpoints to get a free ticket (plus taxes, of course) for him. I say miraculous because, really, this whole process has been an act of God. So he will be arriving at LAX at 10:45 am on Friday, Pacific Standard Time, and a few hours later will catch a very short connecting flight to our city.
He told me last night that he will be going to orientation at the seminary next week and will start classes the week after, so he’s going to hit the ground running! I have an appointment tomorrow to view a house that we’re quite keen on so hopefully we’re able to move in sometime next week. He is in discussion with a church about a possible job, which is also exciting for us.
So what have I learned? Let’s see…
- God’s timing is not mine.
- Even when things don’t go the way I’d like, life goes on. I can’t just sit around whining, I just have to get on with it. God still wants me to exhibit the Fruit of the Spirit, to share with people how much He loves them. Even when I think life pretty much sucks.
- I am not complete without my husband. We are a team and although email and phone calls are great, it’s just not the same.
- I really do have great kids. They have been through a huge adjustment, just like me, but they don’t understand all that’s going on and have very little control over it. They’re champions. I’m taking them to McDonalds today for morning tea and to play on the playground before it gets too hot.
I’ve started to adjust to life here in America. We’re still at my parents’ house for another week or so, but we’re looking forward to the time when we have our own place. I don’t freak out every time I go to the supermarket and have to choose which kind of cereal to buy (I usually buy cornflakes, rice bubbles, or cheerios, because it’s just easier that way). I’m enjoying worshipping at my parents’ church. The kids are recognising things around town. It’s good.
But I still miss New Zealand. I miss my friend Sue. I miss my parents-in-law, who I don’t think I fully appreciated until I knew that I wasn’t going to be around them much longer. I miss my Bible study group. I miss seeing my new friend’s new baby, which arrived the weekend that I left.
I didn’t realise how much I was missing New Zealand until we turned on The Wiggles this morning. Although they’re Australian, it’s close enough that I got a bit homesick. I often catch myself saying “Back home we…” I quickly edit myself to say “In New Zealand…” because America is my home now. I need to embrace life here and not live in the past. It’s a fine line - remembering and cherishing the things of my life in New Zealand while also embracing the new life that we have here.
I appreciate you reading to the end! Hopefully as we get settled into our own place and our new routine I’ll be able to write more regularly with more exciting news about kids’ sleeping habits and great recipes that I try.