Tuesday 11 March 2014

Lest I forget, my dreams are coming true in this dirty city

in the following ways.

1. Classless society and friendships in the grocery market and Sunday Plaza. An apple from my friend who has ginger and thought i wanted his number, and apple and a smile and a brotherly wink. Being asked what song will i sing next cos his wife saw me on TV on the popstar competition.Giving a photo to the lady of her and her nephew or Grandson. Being told by the sneaker man over and over again that i am pretending not to understand - liar, liar! he says laughing. 10 000 tugrik discounts just for indecisiveness.

2. Basketball with the boys. Being on the receiving end of respect and awe and admiration, and shouts of slam dunk, and surprise, and then even impressed-ness beyond surprise. Teaming up with a friend and winning 9 games. playing without girls. Thinking you are going to die at the hands or a mongol warrior and then playing alongside him as an opponent, deft, fearless, and he playing his game good AND with an awareness of you. NOTHING, I mean NOTHING, that helps not being esteemed by a guy you've loved like being admired by your friends on the court, and freaking holding your own.

3. Singing. performing. local pop star. Like, recognised on buses and 'let's be friends i saw you on TV and i like having foreign friends!!". SInging a really hard song, practicing korean dance moves, and my voice actually getting better cos i am practicing every day - working at something hard that so isn't work.

4. being paid, accommodation being paid, school bus paid, living alone, beautiful sunlit apartment, opposite my favourite maze of a shopping centre with the best kimchi and always has ginger

5. Studying a degree that will help me all over the world - being paid by school

6. In a church were I feel the love every sunday, and don't have to listen to the sermons because I don't understand them.

7. Learning to walk with angels. stop time. Change the weather. Go into the heavenly court about my messes which are colossal.

8. Exchanging my terrifying incomprehensible sins for his beauty, seeing him.

9. Out of the blue friendships with expat women who are like me, who like me, who lead me, and have the sincerest relationships I have ever seen with Jesus, still working it all out but really in their own way, personally, and not by rote of any denomination or strictly according to a school of thought. Humble, open, independent, my teachers, willing to hear me and take from me -crazy.

10. The most beautiful connections with friends in London, Dubai, Amsterdam, Riga, South Africa. The coolest mum ever. My best friend.

11. Mongolian children love me, hug me, kiss me, say the funniest things to me, miss me, give me style and posture advice. Whom I can watch, engage with - the best working environment ever - a working environment which is genius, ludicrous, silly, super-alive, loud, quiet, difficult, incomprehensible, dramatic, beautiful, cute, changing, sad.

12. Exciting new challenges like forgiving assholes who are not really assholes, who are beautiful inside but did you wrong, forgiving myself for very very difficult to understand why I did that sin that hurt people, forgiving friends who are amazing but inadvertantly dump you, forgiving the inadvertantness (you wanna be anything deliberately, or i do, i think), forgiving whole cultures, trying to freaking LOVE. what the heck is love

13. Being independent. Being different, having wild hair, orange socks, less make up on TV, laughing loudly, grinning, dancing in streets, singing walking home, having neighbours knock the heating pipes for singing too loud.

14. Walking in dusk in the dirt and the traffic and the cold face air and crackling earphones. The birds chirping in patches in the dust. Brown and red faces. Style everywhere, on the non rich - real street style.

15. My life being mine. To live!

16. God, you are good so quietly. Are you humble? Are you kind? I like you.