It has been two and a half months since we arrived in Orkney. A house I had only seen in my dreams (until last February) is now beginning to feel like 'home'. There are a couple of boxes yet unopened in the shed, but they are marked 'garden pots'. We won't be needing those for awhile.
We are adjusting to living on an island. Driving on the left is feeling more natural every day. Local expressions are becoming familiar (kirk = church, peedie = small or tiny, tangles = kelp). I am learning to cook and bake using metric measurements, different ingredients and an AGA that has no temperature markings. People in Orkney are characterized by civility and kindness. We walk on the beach almost every day. This is a good place.
It would be tempting to forget why we are here. We have not 'retired' to Orkney. This is not the fulfillment of a lifelong dream. We left family, friends and a home that we loved as a gut-wrenching response of obedience to God's call to leave our country.
I sense the need to share our journey with all who are interested. Be warned, with knowledge comes responsibility.
Join me if you dare.
Soli Deo Gloria!