One of life's little updates

So the reason I have that great picture on the side is because I'm seriously considering moving to the Caribbean. I applied to a medical school on that very island in the picture and I'll find out soon if I'm accepted or not. On the other hand, I was offered a pretty good job in Vancouver if I stay here, teaching chemistry and math part time at a high school (and then nursing on the side). So really, either option sounds good.

It's hard to know what to do with one's life. I met a man in Oxford a couple of days ago that really helped me see the light. I've struggled with disillusionment with God, wondering why it seemed God spoke really clearly to me about something, but then the opposite thing happened. (This has happened a few times!) This man said to me, perhaps I wasn't misinterpreting God, perhaps I really heard all those things he spoke to me- but they were like pieces in a puzzle and I just assembled them wrongly, and came to the wrong conclusion. In other words, I asked the wrong question ("Okay God, should I do A, B or C"? and thought I heard him say "A", but actually he was just saying "not B or C" and still had option D in mind) It's not that I have this egotistical need to always hear God correctly, but if I spend my life trying to get close to him and hear him clearly, it is very disheartening to think that I've been getting it all wrong after all.
The good news is that Jesus is still on the throne. He still has definite ideas about what I should do and not do, and I am not left alone struggling in the dark. Someday I'll look back and laugh.
For example, I have already started to look back at some of my experiences in Europe and laugh. (I arrived home in Vancouver last night so it's not really looking back that far.) For example, something funny happened yesterday. Okay, not funny, but ironic, which is almost as good if one can still laugh about it. Since I've been getting so sick in transit I decided that was it, I was going to do whatever I could to keep from getting sick on the plane ride back home to Vancouver. The plane took off and I felt pretty good. I decided to take a gravol to prevent any nausea from coming later on. I took the gravol. Within a few minutes I was completely nauseaus. I couldn't eat dinner. The funny thing is that it was an anti-nausea pill that made me sick.
So I spent the whole 9 hours on the plane sitting and staring into space because I couldn't read without getting sick. I watched a movie, but the best scene in the entire movie was censored out (where James Bond is poisoned and has a cardiac arrest and tries to defibrillate himself). I suppose these days it is more of a problem for children to watch a life being saved, than to see gory violence and graphic sex.