I’ve never been to Miami before, but today I got to touch
down there on my layover between Managua and Chicago. As far as airports go, it’s
fine. As far as cultural bridges, I think it fit my needs perfectly. Because it
was a new place, I got excited to see something new, to think that I was in
MIAMI. Walking around the airport smiling, I was distracted from feeling sad
about leaving Nicaragua, from feeling apprehensive about the busy upcoming
month, from my exhaustion… Plus, I heard Spanish. Now, I don’t live 100% of my
life in Spanish, but it is always accessible, and it is comfortable. When I don’t
hear it, I miss it. In Miami, the majority of personnel were speaking Spanish
if they weren’t speaking to travelers, and just hearing it comforted me.
When you change cultures, all sorts of little things hit
you. I have felt called to Nicaragua, and I am happy with my decision to live
there long-term. I’m to the States today for a month to raise care, prayer, and
financial support as a partner missionary with the Nehemiah Center. The
schedule is full of travels and visits, theoretically, though I only have rough
plans for the month. I’m excited to be home, to see friends and family, to feel
like I belong on the streets as just another person… But the fact is that I
have chosen a new home now, and it’s hard to leave. It’s amazing how much the
little details impact me, how much they matter. Transitions, you know. That’s
why Miami was helpful.
Don’t get me wrong- I’m excited about all sorts of things being
back in North America. Here’s a list of examples:
- · I can and will eat apples with reckless abandon, seeing as how they are way too expensive in Nicaragua, and I doubt they taste the same.
- · Flushing toilet paper down the toilet.
- · The smell of fresh-cut grass
- · Choosing the water temperature. In my shower, washing dishes, washing my hands… well, just about everything. It might not seem like a big deal, but it is.
- · Driving a car without feeling like I should be honking at every intersection to signal, “Here I am, don’t pull out, I have the right-of-way”
- · Few people will stare at me because I’m white, fair-haired, or blue-eyed.
- · I won’t be wondering half the time if I really meant to say what they just heard. Maybe I should be, but I don’t have the same questions about English as I do about my Spanish.
- · Hugs will be abundant; kisses will not.
- · Unlimited texting and an abundance of cell phone minutes. My calling plan in Nicaragua runs out pretty quickly, and that’s just with making calls to other Nicaraguans
- · I won’t be sweating constantly
- · In fact, I will get to enjoy fall! Changing leaves, apple cider, crisp breezes. I’m excited to wear hoodies and scarves and fashionable boots – and maybe even a hat
- · Since the purpose of my trip is support raising, I’ll get to share about Nicaragua, the Nehemiah Center, and my work as a matchmaker in ministry. That’s right – All the things that I love best professionally.
- · Leaving my wallet and keys in the car without locking the car… though I still think twice now before I go inside
But there are also things I will miss about not being in
Nicaragua even though I know I will be back in a month, such as:
- · Riding my bike everywhere I need to go in town, or walking across the street to buy what I need for supper
- · Not needing to drive a car to get from one place to another
- · Greeting nearly everyone I lock eyes with on the street, especially my neighbors
- · The attention I automatically get. Maybe this isn’t a good thing to miss, but it will be something for me to get used to even if I’m glad about it
- · The hummingbird that comes to the tree in our garden every day
- · Buying fresh tortillas from the vendor on the street
- · Simply twitching my face to ask someone to repeat something, or pointing with my lips
- · Speaking in Spanish a majority of the time
- · The way a heavy rain automatically cancels whatever activity you had planned
- · Not needing to look at the weather because I know that basically every day will be the same temperature
- · Not really worrying about being late
- · Going to church on Thursday nights as well as Sunday mornings because there’s something centering about going to a mid-week service
I could go on listing, but that’s not the point. The point
is, there are things about both places that I love, and things – people, mostly
– that I miss. The transition between worlds might take me a few breaths, but I’ll
get there. Until then, I’m thankful for places like Miami.