“The air con is too cold!”
“Don’t talk so loud in the room!”
“I can’t stand having all the shoes scattered across the room!”
“Don’t go around in your boxer shorts! We got girls here.”
“No talking during quiet hours means no noise, including organizing your bags.”
“It is common sense to talk to your friends outside the room, not here.”
And the list goes on…
Continue reading Learning to Travel as Five AdultsIf you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go with others.
(An African proverb – heard it on Bethel Podcast titled “Mission of Family” Sep 18, 2016)
My mom picked up her needle and thread and started working on the hole on my jeans again. This was her 5th time working on the same hole. Because of the length of our travel and the restraint in space, our limited clothing wore out quickly. Within months my jeans thinned out to the point of no return and everyday new holes would appear or old patches would break again. Despite this hopeless cycle, my mom was still willing to put time and effort into fixing my pants when even I had given up. It is such a spirit that kept me going many times in life when I wanted to give up. My mom is far from perfect, but willingness and humility are two qualities of hers that has left a deep impact on my life.
“I am actually feeling very discouraged this morning…because none of you guys are here,” Olivia bursted out in tears.
She continued, “Here we are traveling for one year together as a family, but I feel like we each are just doing our own thing. Mom writing her Chinese blog, Dad is on his phone, Joani on her iPad. I feel like none of you exist. Or I don’t exist…”
Olivia got our attention. Continue reading “Fasting” at the Heartbeat of India
As I woke up from my sleepless night of sweating and rolling around in the bed, “Mr. Mom” burst through the door. His hands were full with two bottles of cold water, a kilo of tomatoes, and a kilo of oranges.” Mr. Mom” was a term my dad created for himself since he provided everything for the family like a mom. I think I’m slowly starting to like my dad as “Mr. Mom”. Continue reading “Mr. Mom”
