It’s been a whirlwind of activity here in the Pleasant Point Manse: birthdays, visitors, fashion parades and more.
First it was my birthday, which I celebrated a little early by having three nights away at Lake Hawea, BY MYSELF. It was a very restorative break, both in terms of getting rest and in doing things-that-make-Angela-happy. “Oh, there’s a museum!’ ‘Oh, there’s some historic buildings!’ ‘Oh, there’s a Mexican restaurant!’ ‘Oh, there’s some gobsmackingly beautiful scenery!’.
I read two books, pottered around Wanaka, and explored Cromwell.
I almost cried when I came home to this lovely gift that friends had made for our house/my birthday…
Before I could blink it was my beautiful boy’s fourth birthday! He had a simple, frugal, and fun Star Wars party. We borrowed my brother’s precious Star Wars figures to use as cake toppers, and had an obstacle course and a pinata.
For the first time in my life I am a bit lost as to what to do with myself for work in the distant future, and exploring options is taking a lot of time and headspace. But I find myself regularly loving on the children at our church. It’s not hard, as they are a nice bunch of kids, and I genuinely enjoy their friendship and look forward to catching up with them each week. The beauty of living somewhere small like Pleasant Point is that everywhere is walkable. We find our house overrun with children most Sundays after church as our kids and the church kids continue their play. I have quite a ministry in providing copious amounts of baking to the hungry hoards, and judging various magic tricks and fashion parades that unfold. I grew up doing the same stuff, so I love, love, love seeing the kids playing like this.
Life is not all sunshine and roses (and lakes). Mr G is really feeling the pressure of his internship now. Balancing study with the demands of the parish is stressful and the study often takes a back seat, only to loom large when assignments are due. All four of us have been sick a lot with little bugs that don’t last long but are annoying to deal with all the same. I’ve been missing my friends, family and ‘life’ we had in Whanganui. I’m not usually a person who looks back, but this move has been difficult to process – I suspect simply because it was not my own choice to come here. It’s not that I don’t like it here! I do, and I am grateful for the friendships I’ve made here; I think it’s more that I feel at a bit of a loose end here as this move was for Mr G to learn the ropes of ministry which has meant putting my own plans on the back burner. My aunt passed away, which has naturally been extremely hard for my cousins, and the only silver lining in that dark cloud is that while I am here in Pleasant Point, I am only an hour away from them and therefore am close enough to provide support.