So we’ve been in Tassie for about a month now. As the drums of ‘normal life’ take up their relentless beat, we find ourselves in the midst of this beautiful place, wondering “what do we do now?” We have unpacked all the boxes, bought a couple of bits of furniture to fill up the empty rooms (eg, a spare bed in case you come to visit!) and have even trained the cats to know that bedtime means going to the garage, not up to my bed (they almost certainly go to the garage for the bribe of a handful of food but hey, I’ll take it). I’m getting back into the swing of work, slowly.
We’re tired. As anticipated, this is very different to a move across town. This is…everything. New climate, new views, new people, new customs.
- referring to the rest of Australia as the mainland
- referring to heat pumps (aka air conditioners)
- remembering to take bags when shopping – single use plastic bags were banned here a number of years ago
- not seeing Juanita Phillips or Jeremy Fernandez on the ABC news
- not having to factor hours of travel/parking-spot-hunting time in when we go anywhere
- being rugged up with the heater on while friends on social media talk about the sweltering heat in Sydney – the climate isn’t the problem, it’s the disconnect. I’m no longer experiencing even roughly the same weather as most of the people I talk to online every day. Same time zone though. There is that.
- restaurant food being so expensive
- macropods in the backyard at night
- silence at bedtime – good sleep without the sound of traffic outside my window!
- the stunning natural beauty we see every day
- not knowing anyone or doing anything at church
That last one is a challenge, but a good one I think. Having been on the music roster most weeks for the past several years, it is really strange to not have any responsibilities or say in the service, but it is important to re-learn how to be a person in the pew. It’s humbling and makes me realise how much of my own ego is involved in any ‘act of service’ (unfortunately that double-mindedness is part of being in this broken world, but something worth resisting where possible!). It is also a challenge, when the music at our new church is not of the standard I’m used to, to remember to appreciate the effort and commitment of those who are getting up there to sing/lead, and also to be grateful for the wonderful team I served with at Wild Street.