What ever happened to predictability?

I sit here with less than five months left to be a wannabe European actually living in Europe. I'm trying to sit and reflect because, even though it might not feel like it now, the months will come and go as a whirlwind. My thoughts are all over the place as I hide from the rainy world outside. What happened to the last 19 months of my life? They were full but they were sure fast. Even when sometimes days seemed to drag. And, nothing has been predictable. Yes, I could schedule a rendez vous and even rehearse lines. Sometimes I would be stood up and rarely would conversations go as planned. In 2006 when I pondered what my time here would look like, I could not have imagined it looking like this.

Language was harder, traveling was more amazing, friends were fewer but sweeter still, clouds were darker, surroundings more beautiful, the rain was colder but more refreshing at times, the field contained more thorns, His presence more tender.

As the Spring rain makes way for those long Summer days I am anxiously awaiting the colors of Fall. With those colors will come an end and a beginning. Right now I'm not completely ready for either. But, there are five months...they will be anything but predictable.

P.S. I really do not want to be a European. There are way too many things I appreciate about being an American. More on that later.