July 26, 2014

Sloppy Joes, Lollies, and Whippersnippers

I live in a house with 2 Aussies ladies and one Swiss {:also a girl for the record:}. This is a lot of culture meshed together in one house for this small town West Virginia girl, but I am loving it. How often do you get to do this? With this, there definitely comes a cultural divide and a willingness to learn to speak each others languages. Yes, Aussies speak English, but I would definitely say they have their own version.

For instance, take one of my favorite stories since I have been here. This "language barrier" happened between me and my Aussie housemate, Bree. The first few days I was here, it was just Bree and me in the house. Through our conversations I frequently had to stop her and ask her what she was talking about because I was a little lost. With talk of lollies and jumpers and rubbers I realized she was using words in a different context than I was use to. Anyway, one morning I was sitting on my bed playing on the computer in my hoodie and Bree knocks, comes into my room, and jumps on my bed exclaiming "I love your sloppy joe!" I awkwardly laughed, again not having a clue what she was talking about. I just figure this was possibly another weird Aussie saying, but I wasn't sure if she was calling me a slob for wearing a hoodie or what exactly was going on in this moment. My face must have said all of these things because she pointed to my hoodie and said "isn't that what you call those in the states?" She told me in an effort to keep up with the American culture she looked up American slang and this poor website misinformed her as to what we call hoodies.  After explaining to her that a sloppy joe was actually a type of sandwich we both sat on my bed doubled over in laughter.

So to the Australian traveler let me help you a bit with the language barrier:

Lollies: Nope, not a lollipop, but any candy that's not chocolate: skittles, smarties (except smarties aren't the same thing here-they're  chocolate), etc.
Whippersnipper: weed whacker/edger
Boot: The trunk of your car.
Jumper: Sweater
Biscuit: Cracker or a cookie
Rubbers: Eraser (That could be an interesting one used in school hey?)
Muffin: Biscuit
Trolly: Shopping Cart
Duna: Bedspread
Breakie: Breakfast

And yes, they do use the word "mate" quite frequently. Well, I suppose one could say my horizons are just being expanded right?

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July 20, 2014


When you enter the front sliding doors of Hillsong church you see this huge piece of frosted glass with the words "Welcome Home" etched into it. 

Everywhere you turn you hear people telling you welcome home. The other day I was dropping of a job application at a local coffee shop. The gentleman I handed my application to asked if I was a Hillsong College student. When I replied yes, he too, told me "welcome home."

As I was preparing to come here I was mentally trying to prepare myself for what it would be like moving half way across the world from what I consider my true home, West Virginia. Trying to prepare myself for the possible impending homesickness. Moving away from home and all that entailed is the thing that made me emotional 90% of the time before I left.

But today, I attended my second Sunday service here at Hillsong (in Australia Sunday is almost over). From the moment the music started until the final song I just had tears in my eyes because I truly felt like I was at home. Not as in I want to stay forever and I don't miss my family, and my friends, and my church. But home in a way that gave me this indescribable peace of knowing I am in the right place and the right time and because of that I've found home in my heart here.

I knew that this would happen, at least I expected it to. It is what I signed up for. I wanted this to be home for the next few years. What I didn't expect was for it to feel like home so quickly, but by the grace of God He has overwhelmed me yet again on this journey!

Not only did I feel at home in service today, but I have been working hard to make my room feel like home as well. At first, I only wanted to buy the necessities for my room. Then, I realized how much I needed to make my room feel like home. I found out quickly it was too depressing to walk into a room without any personal touches. It fell like my  prison cell than a bedroom I could come home to and decompress and download. I splurged a little and got a few things to make the room feel more inviting. I even put a nightstand together all by myself....I didn't even have to call or text my mom {:It helped that, that wasn't even an option because of the 14 hour time difference:}!

{:I've even added pictures on the wall since this picture was taken:}
Last Wednesday started orientation week for classes and last Friday we had or first chapel. The entire day on Friday I think I sat in disbelief of the teaching and wisdom I get to sit under in the leadership of Hillsong College while I am here. It is pretty much the definition of "mind blown."

Tomorrow is the last day of orientation and Tuesday starts intensives which are a couple hour long lectures broken up with chapel in between. Every student has pretty much told all of us newbies to prepare to be blown away beyond expectation. It's just so, so good.

I just want to take a moment and thank every one of you sweet people who have been thinking about and praying for me. I truly feel your prayers and it means the world to me!

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