Instead, I thought of the word, transplant. I like to think that we are being transplanted. Like when I transplant garden plants or flowers to a different location. Certainly, transplanting calls for uprooting, but to uproot without transplanting is like throwing weeds on a heap to die or letting the tender moist roots of a plant lay in the sun to wither. Transplanting gives hope and anticipation of what is to come.
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| The Chain Bridge on the Danube |
Even in the temporary, I am finding my place. I have found a great running path. Rather than running next to elevated train tracks or the Danube River, I've discovered a path that runs along the White River, passing through a wooded area, then taking a turn that runs parallel to corn fields.
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| Indy (Thanks to Wikipedia) |
To be sure, Indy doesn't have the Danube flowing through it, nor a castle on a hill, but it does have a lot to offer. It's just a matter of discovering the city, just like I discovered Budapest.
I've already met some wonderful people. I'm learning to get around the city. I know how to get to and from the airport since Dennis has made several trips out of the country so far. I actually bought a car all by myself on Saturday. Really.
So, in the temporary, I'm going to keep my roots moist and protected, anticipating growth in this new place. Still considering where we want to live, but that will come. Then I can really put some roots down. Transplanted. Anticipating what is to come and hopeful for a new place to thrive.
