I’m not dreading going home, but not happy to leave such wonderful friends, such natural beauty, such warmth and sunlight, such a comfortable home.
I know I’m not at the stage of life our friends are in. We’re also not in their income bracket. The bed I sleep in so well turns out to be a Tempur-Pedic, like a $4000 bed. Makes sense.
We bought dinner for everyone last night, take-out, and it felt really good to do that. These are wealthy people used to having to pay for everything. I think they appreciate that even in our lack of a lot of money, we’ve always tried to help them. We helped them manage the property in Idaho from afar. We’d pick them up from the airport. It seems like they feel safe and comfortable around us.
We arrived back home around ten and then ran my nephew home after he watched the puppers all week.
They had someone staying with them that’s a lecturer and writer in the Christian vein. He’s preached on church planting though isn’t currently doing that himself. He’s editting a book and sliding into returning home to their home country in a year.
I caught myself wanting to impress him by saying something, anything, that would appear interesting. I realized I needed to ask him more questions as he’s lived an interesting life all over the world.
He bought some Belgian beers which were new to me and fun to discuss. I told my story of discovering Belgian beers in the Brussels airport at 10 am one long travel day in which I was summarily grumpy already. It was nice to have him there also. We have a very charming dinner all together. I felt rich as I finished dinner, then watched The Black Klansman on their giant TV.
So it’s hard to leave that kind of comfort and warmth for the cold and dark of the north. But this is our home for now, and I need to take ownership of what we’re doing here. If we want to change it, we need to make it happen.
For now, a lot of riches here and hopefully, more to come.