"Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred minutes, Five hundred twenty-five thousand Moments so dear, Five hundred twenty-five thousand Six hundred minutes How do you measure - measure a year? In daylights - in sunsets, In midnights - in cups of coffee, In inches - in miles, In laughter - in strife, In - five hundred twenty-five thousand, Six hundred minutes. How do you measure A year in the life?" (Seasons of Love- Rent).
This morning, I was able to attend the last worship for the teachers. At the end of the worship, they recognise the staff who is leaving or retiring. The 2 men who have mentored me, loved me, and being a stable relationship this entire year were the ones sending me off. The principal handed me a bag at the end. When i looked inside, the presents were wrapped. When I looked at him confused, he told me he got me coffee mugs because he knew about my love of coffee. I laughed. This year, the teachers and Principal Peter always found it hilarious when i walked into school with a full coffee mug for lessons. When it started to get nice out, students and I would grab coffee at a local cafe for our lessons. When I met with my mentor, espresso was always present. This year has flown by. As I look back at the memories I have made, the relationships I have built, and the sunsets I have enjoyed, God is ever present. I recently was talking to a woman who is a local artist in the community. I was able to buy a couple of her handmade necklaces, where we got to talking. Her daughter asked why I chose to come to Békéscsaba, out of all the towns in Hungary. I explained although I chose to came to Hungary, I didn't get to choose the town I was placed in. Instead, it was if God chose Békéscsaba for me. This year, I don't see the time i spent. I see the cups of coffee I shared with staff and students. I see the moments of belly aching laughter that I shared with students over dumb jokes and "Would you rather?" questions. I see the moment of triumph of navigating Budapest for the first time by my self. However, earlier in the week, while closing my bank account with a pastor, he looked at me and asked where this year went. It is a question I ask my self everyday because how do you measure a year in the life?
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Elaina JohnsonI am from a town on the border of Minnesota and Wisconsin. I grew up in Hudson, WI, where I had the privilege of returning after graduating from Winona State University with a degree in Therapeutic Recreation. Archives
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