Today I was awoken by the sounds of a familiar and unfamiliar voice. One was a man sent to spray pesticide in the house to keep those nettlesome cockroaches at bay, and the other was someone I knew all too well. Sometime in high school, he became a part of my church family. He was that typical moody teenager who felt out of place, but really wanted to fit in. Seeing him as he is now, well, it’s amazing how God transforms us and makes our paths straight.
Our household isn’t the kind that has much going on in the morning, so it was quite the eventful experience. As I walked down the hallway, different conversations bounced of the walls, melding into noise my brain could not decipher. I had just woken up and thought the most courteous, perhaps not the smartest, thing to do was to say hello. The nonsense that left my mouth served to prove I was not yet awake, and definitely not prepared for lengthy conversations. But I can only laugh about that.
In my sleepy state, I thought it best to go back to bed. Alas, I woke up very quickly after a jolt of excitement hit me (the catalyst being social interaction). But I did stay under my covers until I was ready to commit to getting up for the day, hiding from the cold – the kind that just seemed to creep up on you. And when I was satisfied, I leapt out of bed, ready for an intelligent conversation.
The two boys were going to O-week at UNSW. So exciting! I totally wanted to be that embarrassing older sister who was proudly sending off her younger brothers to uni for the first time. If anything, the send off was more like a goofy kind of moment than a, I’m-a-proud-older-sister moment. Our age gap isn’t so big that I’d get all sentimental like a parent does, but I am a little proud. My brother seems to be spending less time on his computer, and more time out with friends. It makes me really glad.
水 