This morning, our group (7 interns and 3 staff) finally made it to Gordon College for their missions week. It snowed 14 inches yesterday, but the roads were pretty much clear this morning. I applaud you northerners, you know how to handle anything winter can throw at you.
After talking to students for a few hours, we decided to head into Boston for lunch. We ate at a place in Little Italy an I got an Antipasto plate. “Ah, going for all protein?” our waiter asked. I nodded, trying to decide if I detected concern or admiration in his voice.
It was great and everything was covered in olive oil.
Next, we parked illegally on a corner and our director, Kris, ran into Bova’s Bakery to get some almond cookies. They were great.
Then we got stuck in horrible traffic for a while and I started knitting another headband. During traffic we saw a few historic sights. Eventually we made it to Quincy Market where we bought English breakfast tea to pour into the harbor. It was satisfying.
By that time, there was no hope of making it back to Gordon College without braving a few hours of traffic, so we walked through a slushy China town and ate a great family-style Chinese dinner. We had some rockin clams.
Our whole day was great, but one of the best parts (besides seeing Boston for the first time and eating great food and not wiping out in the snow) was when a couple of my coworkers complimented me on how I talked with students.
When we’re at a missions conference, we don’t all sit at our booth, we go talk to people. If I’m in the right state of mind, I do an okay job. According to my coworkers, I do a great job.
I’m really grateful for their encouragement. I’ve had a few people over the past couple weeks point out that I’m awkward. I think they meant it endearingly, but it really never ends up feeling that way. I know I’ll never be super suave, and I’m not trying to be, but I’ve come a long way from what was crippling social anxiety in high school (actually physically not being able to handle talking to people; nausea, sweating, et cetera; I actually vomited a couple times before social events). Comments about how I interact with people, good or bad, stick with me. I remember them verbatim. So that was really nice to hear something positive today.
Today was a good day. I love my job, I love the people I work with, and I love getting other people involved.
(I have more pics, but the hotel internet is too slow to upload them right now; womp womp)