Thursday, September 23, 2010

Quarter Life

 A new Dominican grocery store opened and it has the whole town atwitter. It dwarfs our little Eagle Market, but it is too far away for us to walk. I will always jump in the back of a truck when others are going, though.
 Tap-taps are everywhere!
Students hanging out at a soccer game. I love how cozy they are here- I hope they love each other really, really well.

So here's the latest. I turned 25 today.

What?!

25, the quarter century. John Mayer refers to "the quarter life crisis" you face in your 20's. I'm feeling weirded out, personally. Isn't 25 supposed to be a grownup age?

My mom had me at 25. And she was here this past weekend, here in Haiti! I can't wait to show you the photos and tell the stories.

25. Wow. I had all my students write a little essay titled "what I want my life to be like at age 25 and how I will get there". I can't wait to read them. I wish I could read today an essay I had written at 15- what a hysterical laugh that would be. At 15, I would probably have said that by 25 I would be living in New York, in grad school at Columbia. Ha!

The first thing I did this morning was read a card my mother had left. Then I ate shortbread cookies for breakfast. Then I dealt with a rat trapped in a garbage can in the girls' bathroom during homeroom. Ahh, the contrasts of life in Haiti :)

My first period 9th graders drew me a card and they all signed it. A handful of 11th grade boys sang to me, and so did my teacher friends tonight at our on-campus Chili Night/ worship time. A very, very sweet 12th grade girl made me a dish called "mange blanc", or, literally, "white food". It's a Haitian dessert, sort of acustard-y, jello-y flan with fruit. I was so honored.

Then I wrote a test on Puritan and Revolutionary War literature and a study guide on Julius Caesar. At 15, I never would have thought you went to work on your birthday. 

We're going out for a little cup of ice cream tomorrow at Epi d'Or (the neighborhood bakery), just Ben and I. Saturday we're having friends over in the evening. Facebook is blowing up my inbox. I couldn't feel more loved.

25!

25?

God is so good,
He's so good
to
me.

Thank you, Jesus. Help me know what I'm supposed to do with these next 25 crazy, mixed-up years (do I even get 25 more years? You never know. Maybe what I think is my quarter-life is actually the last chapter.).

Oh yeah! You already did:

And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly, and love mercy,
and walk humbly with your God.
Micah 6:8

Love,
Quarter Life Katie

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