Wednesday, September 26, 2007

familiarity

I was exposed to one of Grand Rapids’ most delightful Saturday morning activities this past weekend.  The Fulton St. Farmer’s Market at 8:00 on a crisp fall morning is delightful.  Eunji, Sarah, Jill and I decided we needed to go to the Farmer’s Market, and since Eunji’s parents were coming to visit at 8:30, it had to be an early morning.  8:00 on a Saturday is a bit of a stretch, but it was definitely worth it.  The air was full of pungent, earthy scents and good-natured bartering. 

The market wasn’t exactly bustling but there was a good crowd there.  I saw more college students than I expected to see so early as well as plenty of other people from the community there to take part in the market experience.  There wasn’t just garden-produced food, either, although there was plenty of that and it looked incredible.


There were people selling their homemade weathervanes, chapstick, baskets, and weavings, as well as garden-fresh flowers. 

The whole thing reminded me quite strongly of the central market in Budapest and gave me little pangs of homesickness for that place I called home for four months last fall.  I am continually finding myself thinking, “At this time last year I was in Romania,” or “Last September I was living in Eastern Europe and doing my best to function in a society whose language I had no grasp on.”  It seems surreal that these thoughts are true.  I am truly grateful that I had the experience I had last year, but it seems so far removed now that it is hard to imagine being back there.  I have friends who are enjoying “my” semester, and I can imagine where they are and what they are seeing, but at the same time that part of my life seems so long ago.  It was really only a year but so much can happen in that amount of time. 
My entire life’s course has changed.  I do have many of the same personal goals that I did then, but not really any of the same career goals and my career goals now will affect my personal goals in ways I have yet to understand.  I guess that’s a big part of what college is about.  I am infinitely more satisfied with where my life is now going and honestly feel it is God’s path that I am following, so I guess I’ve figured out what I came here to figure out.  Now I need to attain the necessary tools to continue down the path to Speech Pathology.

Posted by Emily MacLeod on 09/26 at 03:14 PM
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