Pinterest Reality: The perception of a future situation being far more unrealistically perfect than it ever will be.
I want to address the Pinterest realities of living abroad. By that, I mean that in the next few blogs, I'll spell out my experiences of living as an international. I'll share the good, the bad, and the really honest realities that I've faced moved 5500 miles around the globe. In this blog I want to just give you an overview of my experience when I first moved here.
I'll start at the beginning. My American friends who are reading this will tell you an interesting tale of my first few weeks here. Frankly, that's because although the prospect of moving away from home to a strange new land and attending BSSM was incredibly exciting, the reality of moving anywhere new is always different from the fantasy you create in your mind. If you were to ask any of my closest friends about how dealt with moving here, I'd bet you $50 that the answer wouldn't be especially encouraging.
The fact is, and this may come as a shock to some of you. I actually really, really disliked being here in the first few weeks. Eager not to let anyone at home know that I wasn't actually enjoying being here as much as I said, I kept it bottled up. Kinda.
Okay so let me set the scene a little better for you. I've just finished Sixthform, worked over the summer and moved to America. At home, I'm introverted, enjoy the rain and alone time, am known to be a little wild and out there in terms of what I'm comfortable with Jesus/Holy Spirit wise and generally pretty arrogant about life in general. (Hindsight is a wonderful thing.)
So I move to Redding, California. I'm living in a house with three guys, two of which i've never met and come from totally different cultures to mine. Enter performance mode. Comparison hit me pretty hard in the first few days here, suddenly, I wasn't the most prophetic person in the room, I wasn't the most gifted at this or that, and apparently I terrible at communicating in a way that doesn't insult everyone in the room. Hmm. But wait, there is more.
I'm staying in a room with someone else, so there's not a huge amount of me time, the weather is a solid 45 Degree's Celsius (Which no one understood anyway because we all use Fahrenheit over here anyway), and EVERYTHING at Bethel seems to make me either uncomfortable spiritually, or make me feel like I'm not as good as anyone in the room. This has nothing to do with Bethel, and everything to do with the fact that all I wanted was to be seen and heard as the best.
I've never felt so insecure, imperfect or misunderstood in my entire life. Reality was that all of the offense that I was choosing to take and bottle up in me, only made my dislike of being here greater.
Enter my amazing BSSM community. One of the main things that we're taught here at BSSM is to call the gold out in people. Looking back over September, October, and even the last week, I can say that I've had more gold drawn out of me than I ever thought to be possible.
You see Revival, and the lifestyle that living in his presence cultivates, is drawn out, and maintained by those around us, in community. I've written about it in my last blog, so if you want to know more, just jump back a blog.
My community changed everything. School had barely started and I wasn't the same person I was before I stepped into the Civic.
As amazing as it was to see the change, what I didn't realize is that there isn't some magic pill to fix culture shock. However, there's a word that's on my heart daily to describe it. Process.
You know God isn't scared of your mess? In fact, he's so not frightened by the prospect of process that even though he knew you would be a mess, he still went to the cross. He still died for you, he still chose you knowing exactly what that meant in the long term at points. Good and bad.
The truth is, that while I was struggling with the heat, the lack of Cadbury's chocolate, and generally wishing Bethel could of been in Bristol or something, Holy Spirit was right with me. Taking me on this incredible adventure. Adventure is the word for it as well, this year so far hasn't all been good, some of it's been incredibly hard, but I'm learning so much about God and myself that it's worth every moment of anguish about how big that truck is, or how I just want a Tesco.
Living internationally is hard, and you're not thinking straight if you think The States and England are anything alike. Culture shock comes in waves and sometimes it can feel like a total storm, but he's constant, and keeps my level. I'm so excited to see what his heart is for the rest of this year, I honestly feel like I've just got started.
My next blog is going to focus on what I adore about being in America.
Pinterest Realities Part I
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