Monday morning after a vacation. Hard anyway, right? But I got myself into gear, gathered up books, and DVDs for the library, and letters to mail and headed to the gym at NSA. Realized when I got there, that I forgot my ID card...haven't had to use it for a whole week, right?? I said to myself, "oh, hopefully I'll know one of the guards and they will let me in." But no, the guard said he didn't know me and I had to have an ID to get in. Nice kid. Probably just about 19 years old.
Then it hit me, I have been coming to this darn building for 19 years myself, before that guard was probably even born! and nobody knows me and nobody trusts me, and I can't get in without that darn little piece of paper. In other words, the past 19 years means nothing. I am as much a stranger there as anywhere in the world. I can't decide if that makes me sad, or does it just amaze me.
It reminds me that when our kids come to visit at church, they are the ones who have to introduce themselves b/c nobody knows them, even though they grew up in that ward. So I guess what I'm saying is that we live in a limbo situation. We are not home, we are not on vacation. We live in limbo!
I'm not complaining. It's been a great limbo. Just had to blow some steam.
2 comments:
Yes! It is a weird limbo. At least our neighbors are pretty much the same! But yes, it was a terrible feeling going to church and not knowing a soul. There were a few people who knew who I was (literally, 2 or 3) but it's not like they were people I really KNEW.
Well, it is a unique situation but you guys have made it into an incredible experience for your family and friends.
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