Going Back

I spend a lot of time thinking about Tbilisi and my Georgian family. I have been really neglectful in my communications with them. Today, for the first time since being home, I checked my out reach leaders blog and Music page on Facebook. Looking at the pictures from some of the times makes me REALLY miss it. My banner is from Svaneti, an ethnic-region in the Caucus mountains. I believe it was either taken by Jenni (my out reach leader) or Tony, the Canadian who helped organize our trips.

I'm looking forward to the day when I will get to share the beauty of that country with someone. I have my share of regrets from the trip, but the trip itself I will never regret. Jenni and Wim, who are now engaged, just celebrated their one year. This time last year, Christine, Jenni, Wim and I did a wander around Old Tbilisi... with the cobbled roads and winding alleys and the art boardwalk by the river and the Orthodox churches, as well as our trips down Rustaveli.

Here, it's just now warming to the point where I don't need coats all of the time. This point last year, I was out in t-shirts on a regular basis, wandering through the fields in the morning during the Quiet Time we were supposed to observe before breakfast, or when we were squeezing eight of us into Jenni's two-door jeep-thing so we could go downtown to catch the metro. Sometimes I'm struck just by the surreal sense that perhaps I was never really there.. even though I know I most definitely was. Anyways. I'll go back someday. Preferably with a friend or two that will then be able to understand my wanderlust. There are times that I lack all sense of anticipation with my life and it is a horrible feeling.


I'll probably edit this later so that it makes sense.