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Oren and I in his new dorm room before all the unpacking |
Getting Oren through his initial surgery recuperation and prepared to live without us
Getting Oren moved into his new life as a college student
Preparing myself in every other way to leave the continent and resume normal life, especially trying to do a few things to help my parents
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All four grandparents |
There were doctor’s visits: Right after Paul and David got on the plane, Oren and I went back to see his surgeon, and were very relieved to hear that it was good for Oren to start weight bearing again. He had taken some steps the week before in PT – maybe a few too many steps? – and had been using his right leg more over the weekend. But then we began to fear that it had been too much. There was some pain – but apparently, that’s normal and the only way to strengthen the healing bone is to use the leg in moderation. We are really thankful that all the outer signs point to a good procedure and we keep praying for the long-term outcome. He had about five sessions of physical therapy in Maryland, enough to get him walking around with just one crutch for support by the time we left for Virginia. (Update Sept 4: he’s been walking all over campus and can now remove the boot in his dorm)
There were the practical things we had to buy and prepare for his independent life. We made a run to IKEA, looking for a shelf, a rug, duvet covers, desk organizers, and other needed things for his dorm room. It was fairly tiring, and so we had a very nice break in the Ikea restaurant halfway. (I loved that they use ceramic dishes and offer free refills!)
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Playing cards with Grampa Henry |
It was special to have that time with Oren. We also had to do quite a lot of work together to get his stuff in order – what to store and what to take to college. He had basically carried back all his earthly possessions from Ethiopia. It was not a very fun task for either of us, but we squeezed it in, and now Oren is adding four boxes to the tally of things stored in my parent’s basement.
We enjoyed some great last visits with the relatives. One evening, Oren and I had a very nice time visiting Bunny and Henry for dinner. We got to go upstairs afterward and play one of the games (versions of THE Game) that Paul’s brother Jonathan had sent to us. It’s always good to be with Bunny and Henry and to share conversation and fun. It was such a sweet time when we got to stay with them for a week, earlier in Oren’s recovery.
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Oren talking with Grammy Bunny |
We had a few other times to hang out with my brother’s family – that was especially great for Oren to be with his cousins and the next-door neighbors who were together with him in youth group. Paul and Gwendolyn are also very supportive and I’m so thankful they will be there to counsel Oren as time goes on. On Saturday, Oren’s cousin Gabe even came to get him out in Fallston and take him to hang out with them there. That was super helpful for me since I needed some time to prepare a sermon to preach at our home church. And sermon prep is pretty time-consuming for me, requiring a few walks in the woods.
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Birthday lunch at Ikaros w NZ visitors (left) |
In the midst of all that, my mom had 2 young adult visitors from New Zealand come through. They were on their way to a semester abroad in Vancouver, BC, and were able to visit Baltimore city, Washington, DC, Amish country and lots of sites in between. Oren had some interesting conversations with the young ladies, but didn’t join them in their trips – it was too much walking.
I was really glad to be at our church on that Sunday, August
20th, glad to preach, glad to share some of the love of Jesus with
my home church, as well as the love of diving deeply into the Bible. After
church, we celebrated my mom’s birthday at our favorite Baltimore Greek
Restaurant, Ikaros. My brother’s family joined us, along with the NZ visitors. The
food was incredible as always, but we wondered again – why do we order anything
besides appetizers? We could stop there and be totally happy.
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Jean's birthday owl |
We finished all the packing for college on Monday and then
went to celebrate my mom’s actual birthday dinner with Bunny and Henry in their
dining room. I’m so glad Oren has loving grandparents here in town who will
also be ready to welcome him and make him feel special when he comes home.
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Van loaded for Williamsburg |
And then we reached stage 2: actually leaving Baltimore and heading down to Williamsburg. Frankly, it took a long time to be totally ready to leave, but we finally hit the road at 11. Oren played us some good music while we drove, along with some interesting YouTube videos giving helpful advice to people who would like to rule the world: how to secure the support of keys to power, manage the treasury, and establish a dynasty. Pretty insightful stuff actually! It was a good drive together, and I was so glad I drew the short straw to have this time with Oren.
We arrived in the late afternoon and I decided that I really
needed a good long walk after the drive while Oren rested for a bit. Then we
did some driving around Williamsburg to help him begin to get acquainted with the
lay of the land. I graduated from William and Mary 28 years ago, and a lot has
changed! Not just in the town, but also on campus. I began to realize that I
needed Google Maps to get almost anywhere in the beginning! We had a simple
dinner in our room and picked off a couple more episodes of “Breaking Bad” –
this has been Oren’s top choice of how he wanted to spend time with me this
summer (and out of love for him, I have obliged). But we couldn’t quite get to
the end of season 4. We’ll have to wait til next time…
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The Christopher Wren Building -- the oldest academic building still in use in the USA Seen with the sun behind the pennant for 1693 |
Wednesday was a serious local orientation day. I got up earlier and took a fantastic run around colonial Williamsburg. That part of town, at least, hasn’t changed much – I guess that’s the point!! It was lovely to be in familiar territory, pass by Bruton Parish, Christiana Campbell’s, The Governor’s palace, the Mill, and all the other spots I enjoyed – this was the place I first learned to try jogging. After breakfast, Oren and I went to the train station to park the car and then tried to get around town with public transportation. Sadly, the schedules were off, so instead, it ended up being lesson one in Uber. Still a necessary module in the curriculum of independent life! We got to the physical therapy center where I’d booked Oren’s next sessions to fill out paperwork in advance. Unfortunately, they told us that the doctor was suddenly unavailable for the foreseeable future.
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Lessons in public transportation you need a lot of apps for that |
So we had to hunt down another PT place and got an appointment for the following week. It turned out to be a (long) walk away. We did more paperwork and then tried again to get the bus – and failed for various reasons. Oren was pretty tired after that much walking, so we needed a rest in the room for a while. Then we went out to try again and this time we succeeded in catching the bus near the college and riding along on the entire route. I think it was still confusing to Oren to know where he should get off, though. We ended our day with a really nice dinner at Barrett’s, a fancy seafood restaurant near Colonial Williamsburg. I had planned on pizza (a bit cheaper), but their kitchen was overwhelmed by new student customers. And so we had an incredibly memorable and delicious final supper together.
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Cambridge house welcome lunch |
On Thursday, move-in day, Oren was an absolute star. We started out at the Cambridge House. It’s a Christian study center that several friends told me about earlier, as a resource for Oren. Those gracious folks were having a new student/family welcome lunch, and so we were able to go and introduce Oren to quite a few fellow students, as well as many people involved in different campus ministries. It was fun for me to talk with some of the staff, and let Oren interact with others his age.
And then we were off to get in line for move-in. The college executes a well-orchestrated process, getting through different stages of check-in, getting a key, an ID card, and other info.
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In the Move-In line |
Next, we had to pull around to the back of his dorm and unload the whole car. I was anticipating that I would need to do all the lifting and carrying since Oren was still using the crutch to walk. But I was pleasantly surprised when he turned out to be fully ready to lift and haul things. Then I had to go and re-park the car. I came back to find him already moving stuff up a bunch of stairs and into his room. I was so thankful for that! It took us a while to look around and arrange things and get everything hauled up to his room.
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Building "billy" |
Next, we needed to build the IKEA shelf we had bought That turned out to be a process of trial and error, but we managed it, after taking out the middle shelf three times, making two different mistakes. We didn’t even get mad at each other, which is amazing, given the potential amount of anxiety we were dealing with, trying to get everything settled while we had the room alone.
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Oren and room mate James |
We had almost gotten it finished when Oren’s roommate James showed up with his family. It was very fun to get to know them a little bit. James’ dad is also a W&M alum, about 12 years older than me. His mom is from Cuba, so he has some Spanish as well. He had been living in Connecticut, but his parents decided that it would be better to move to Virginia to seek lower tuition in the following three years. He begrudgingly allowed that this was a good idea, but that they couldn’t live too close. Well, last month they ended up moving to Williamsburg! James still seemed kind of grumpy about it. But his parents seemed quite nice to me. We did some reshuffling of furniture together with them, and hopefully, everyone will be happy with how it ended up. Setting up the room took a really long time. Then I needed to carry everything that Oren decided he didn’t really need back out to the car. By then, Oren’s RA showed up and gathered the guys and they were already starting the get-to-know-you part of orientation. I tried to hustle to finish up, and then gave Oren a quick hug and left.
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President Rowe addressing parents |
I ended my evening at Lake Matoaka, in the spacious new amphitheater they’ve built there. It was nice to just sit and watch the sunset over the water and have some time to be still for a bit. The college held a welcome session for families at dusk. It was completely packed with parents and families of about 1,000 new undergrads. We were all encouraged and consoled. After the session, I took another half hour to just sit and reflect in the darkness as other people chatted and string music played on the PA system. It was weird to be so solitary. And yet there was nothing or no one to dilute this moment – Oren was officially out from under our roof. I guess I’m glad I was alone to contemplate that.
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Leaving Oren at Griffen E |
I had a lot to do the next morning – there were information sessions for parents on topics from IT to registrar to campus jobs. Next, I went to a welcome event for international students and families. And then on to several sessions about practical issues – student health and the bookstore. Finally I ran to get another extension cord and found Oren back at his dorm. He did not want to belabor the goodbyes. So, that was it.
I tried to think of reasons to extend my time in
Williamsburg. I was very curious about the new student wellness center, so I
went there and called Paul briefly. I admired the meditation alcoves and
massage rooms. I wandered down to Crim Dell and gazed at the bridge. I guess I
could have kept wandering, but there was no particular reason. It’s not my
college anymore – I done what I came to do. So, I left.
In fact, I needed to get back up to Northern Virginia before rush hour. I’d made an appointment to finally, finally catch up with Barbara, a dear college friend whom I haven’t seen in many years in person. She has struggled with chronic health problems, and it’s been difficult for me to know how to get over to see her with my whole family in tow.
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Caption contest, anyone? |
I left just as heavy rain was hitting the area. Traffic
was bad and I was tired. It was not at all a fun drive back!! I tried to make
it more enjoyable by listening to Fahrenheit 451, a classic I somehow missed
earlier in life. What a poetic and dark book, with so much insight into our
present psychic reality. I was very glad to finally get home and get to bed.
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Garage work in the heat |
Phase three began on Saturday. I had a goal of trying to help my parents with some major decluttering and disposal tasks. My dad and I worked most of the day on their garage, going through shelves and boxes that hadn’t been sorted in years. It had reached a critical point because my mom has also been doing a tremendous amount of volunteer work, helping to resettle refugees. She began with the wave of Afghan refugees that came two years ago after the Taliban took over Kabul.
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Workbench sorted |
She has a gift and an interest in finding free stuff that could be useful, and so she’s figured out how to get pots and pans, dishes and towels, and all the other bits and pieces needed to run a household. The trouble is that she collects things in advance and then has to wait for an opportunity to use those things to set up an apartment for a new family. And the only storage space was the garage. We were able to get rid of a lot of junk from the garage and then organize the good stuff for refugees more efficiently. We did more work on the basement later in the week, opening and sorting boxes of things that hadn’t been dealt with since my parents moved back from Bangladesh 15 years ago. All that culminated in a dump run, with the assistance of my friend Chris. Many thanks to Chris for decoding all the special areas for disposal of different kinds of specific trash.
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To the dump, to the dump, to the dump, dump, dump |
I also really needed to do some work to organize our own
junk that we are storing in Fallston – and that organizational task took up
more time than I wanted, up until 1:30 this morning… Anyway, that’s our own
fault.
I also needed to go see my doctors and spent a fair bit of
time on that Monday and Tuesday. On the other hand, I also had outings to enjoy beauty on those days. ON Monday afternoon, I took a long walk at Oregon Ridge Park, a trail that was especially good for contemplation. On Tuesday morning, I joined my mom and our long-time family friend Louise, on an excursion at Ladew Topiary Gardens. It's always lovely there! And there were a few good ways to connect with
Oren and make sure he was on track with starting school and showing up as he
needed to. I’m glad to report he had three days of class (chemistry and
physics), he’s managing an add/drop process for his freshman writing course,
really loved an upper-level class Education, and also scheduled and got himself
to PT without me even knowing.
We had doro wot early! with Melkamu and Genet |
And my last full day in Baltimore was extraordinarily gorgeous. It was actually cold in the morning, very clear and bright. One could feel the season changing. I allowed myself one final run in the forest in the morning. It was heart-rending to think that I won’t be back there for 10 months or so – at least not when it’s green. I really tried to be present every moment, which wasn’t easy with many details attacking me like flaming darts. And then I met my friend Ashley in another forest, Cromwell Valley. I was thankful for the time to walk and share with her, since she has just started in the associate pastor position at my home church, a position I held at the time we first met in 2015. I was also super thankful to spend at least part of the day forest bathing, not looking at my clock, not trying to accomplish anything. It was a trail I know and love, and I needed to say goodbye to the place too.
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With Ashley at Cromwell Valley |
That was my fourth unspoken goal – to make sure I was ready to face going back to the front lines in Addis. I do struggle a lot with the physical location of our assignment, the bare ugliness and commotion, and the lack of solitude and beauty. I was very moved by Pastor Arthur’s sermon the Sunday before I left. He preached on the creation and God the gardener, observing that God created the trees to be “pleasing to the eye and good for food.” Beauty was God’s intention, as well as productivity. As those made in God’s image, God desires for us to enjoy beauty. I need to stop feeling guilty for wanting to enjoy a green space – I was created to want that. But Arthur pointed out a linked injustice when it comes to the destruction of creation. It’s the poor who suffer most when creation suffers – they are the hardest hit, practically. They starve with climate change and soil erosion. They thirst in drought. Poverty forces them into tiny sheds in huge cities like Addis. And they have neither money nor leisure nor a place to enjoy the beauty of their heritage in creation. It is good to have eyes to see this spiritual, emotional injustice.
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a new bench at the site of a fallen tree |
And on the flip side, in Maryland, we have an extravagant wealth of forests and trails. It was the gold mine I tapped while I lived in Baltimore and needed a place for Sabbath during ministry. Some places I walked dozens of times. Now, I visit these trails like I visit old friends: they hold a piece of me in memory. I am so scattered – across times and communities and places. I need help to hold together. The prayers I prayed, the people I held dear as I walked, walking again, I come full circle. The people are precious dust. We are all slipping away. The trail is also dust, but stable. I remember praying for Barbara many times when I come to a certain curve in the path. Every stream crossing is water from the side of Christ, washing me, clearing away what isn’t necessary, bringing my scattered pieces to stability. Calling me to be here and now. Keeping my mind bound to this place, bound to my Jesus, to those many, many times I recognized Him as I walked: all those times I knew for sure, “this far He has brought me.”
So I’m thankful for each one of those walks, and for each one of the people I have had time with, each precious place and person that connects me to wholeness. As usual, this is written on the plane, in the liminal space. When I publish, inshallah, I will have my feet solidly planted in Addis Ababa again.
Rebecca and Louise at Ladew |
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Our family before Paul and David left |
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Genet and Rebecca at church |
Oren's completed dorm room, with posters |
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Cromwell valley park |
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Jean on a Gunpowder Falls walk |
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Oren with Grammy and Grampa |
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Governor's palace |
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Rebecca and Paula, Cambridge House director |
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Move in |
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Unloaded |
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Unpacking |
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Blessing of the backpacks |
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a beautiful nightshade |
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Watching W&M Convocation at sunset |
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Sunset in convocation |
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Oren processing through the Wren building into campus at the 331st academic year at W&M |
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A beautiful morning for a walk in Fallston |
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Relaxing at sunset on my last evening in Maryland taking time to pause is important! I don't do it enough! |
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