Six days after Tim went back to England, Becca and I boarded a plane with seats that turned out to be miraculously next to each other (even though we'd booked through separate travel agents and on separate days)! I spent the next three days enthusiastically boring her with every historical fact I could possibly remember about my favorite city. It was so much fun!
Now Becca, being the wonderful friend that she was, had gotten descriptions of one or two of Tim's single friends and then asked me what I thought of guys who fit that description. And then, hilariously, she had asked me to forget that she'd just asked me what I thought of stylish British guys who wore skinny jeans.
I say this to explain why I stared at the ground while meeting most of Tim's friends over the next week and a half. I wasn't actually looking at the floor, I was checking out how stylish their shoes were and if their jeans were skinny at the ankles, of course!
But more than that, I was trying to get my hopes back down where they belonged. I'd spent two years in Slovakia, and two months in America without any guys being really seriously interested in me. My dad had told me the problem was that no guy was gonna go after a girl who was just getting ready to leave the country, and I knew I had no prospects in Slovakia. Yet I knew that God wanted me to go back to Slovakia. While I do like living here in Slovakia, what do you do when having your deepest human desire met seems to be in direct conflict with what God wants for your life?
Well, I spent the next week going around Cheltenham (where Tim lives) and the same Cotswolds I'd seen with my mom and co. eight years earlier. Much as I love Becca, I couldn't help but be a little bit jealous...this was the happy ending my soul had always longed for. I suppose the next best thing to getting your life's dream is watching your best friend get it. So, I just kept reminding myself that this was not my life and I needed to focus on being happy about getting to at least share this little chapter of her amazing story with her.
And I was really, truly thrilled for her. But that didn't stop me staring at the ground every time I met one of Tim's friends...
Now Becca, being the wonderful friend that she was, had gotten descriptions of one or two of Tim's single friends and then asked me what I thought of guys who fit that description. And then, hilariously, she had asked me to forget that she'd just asked me what I thought of stylish British guys who wore skinny jeans.
I say this to explain why I stared at the ground while meeting most of Tim's friends over the next week and a half. I wasn't actually looking at the floor, I was checking out how stylish their shoes were and if their jeans were skinny at the ankles, of course!
But more than that, I was trying to get my hopes back down where they belonged. I'd spent two years in Slovakia, and two months in America without any guys being really seriously interested in me. My dad had told me the problem was that no guy was gonna go after a girl who was just getting ready to leave the country, and I knew I had no prospects in Slovakia. Yet I knew that God wanted me to go back to Slovakia. While I do like living here in Slovakia, what do you do when having your deepest human desire met seems to be in direct conflict with what God wants for your life?
Well, I spent the next week going around Cheltenham (where Tim lives) and the same Cotswolds I'd seen with my mom and co. eight years earlier. Much as I love Becca, I couldn't help but be a little bit jealous...this was the happy ending my soul had always longed for. I suppose the next best thing to getting your life's dream is watching your best friend get it. So, I just kept reminding myself that this was not my life and I needed to focus on being happy about getting to at least share this little chapter of her amazing story with her.
And I was really, truly thrilled for her. But that didn't stop me staring at the ground every time I met one of Tim's friends...
