There’s No Place Like Home

Oct. 21st, 2008

Home Sweet Home On The Range.

September 4th we stumbled off of a plane, down an escalator and into the loving embraces of Grandma and Grandpa Conley. I could still feel the dust and dried sweat on my shirt, pants and shoes. We were wired and a little buzzed from our first class flight from Detroit to Minneapolis (free drinks, baby!) and before we knew it we were seeing Mom and Dad and Jaron and Jesse and Heather and Amy and Kevin and Charlie and eating and laughing and… we were home.

We woke up at 6 am the next morning and unpacked and did three loads of laundry. I think this was the beginning of my “culture shock”. In Yei I would put a few items of clothing in a bucket to be washed, and I normally wouldn’t see those items for close to two weeks when the cleaners were finished washing, drying on the line and ironing so all of the “critters” were nice and dead. Laundry is a slow process there, so being done with ALL of our laundry in a matter of hours was a little shocking. Other than the initial shock of the convinience of things, the only other area I felt shocked by culture was in social settings and SHOPPING. My poor sister was with me when I was trying to buy some socks just a few days after we came home. I got really overwhelmed with all of the choices and started to have a mini meltdown when Heather finally said, “Bethany, they’re just socks” and brought me back from my spiral. Other than that Brian and fell right into a routine of enjoying family, friends and everything in between.

Brian flew to North Carolina for a week for his orientation with Samaritan’s Purse. Every day that week was filled with as many friends as I could fit in to see and it was wonderful. When Brian came back from North Carolina we promptly went up to Crosslake, Minnesota to my grandparents cabin. We spent the weekend tucked in front of the fire while Grandma took the boys fishing. From there our time turns into a little bit of a blur. We anticipated leaving to go back to Sudan the last week of September but it became obvious very quickly that our visas weren’t going to be ready by then. So we relaxed a little bit, enjoying the fact that we had a “little more time” to see people and enjoy being home.

We’ve had a lot of highlights being home. But one of our highlights for sure was being at my parents’ house when my mom’s cow, Irene, gave birth to a beautiful little calf named Bull’s-eye. Brian and my mom saw the entire delivery (I caught the highlights and I’m fine with that) and we got to see him get on his feet and start nursing like he had done it a hundred times before.

But just like all of life it is the little things that are special. We’ve loved cooking and baking, watching the leaves turn colors and fall to the ground and, though we’re all excited for it to be over, watching a historic presidential election take place.

We don’t know when our visas will come through, but it could be as soon as the second week in November. We are looking forward to starting something new and we will keep you posted on all of the progress.