In a way though, I have come to understand how blessed am I. Unlike many immigrants, my first language is the same as the business language of Australia. I might sound funny when I talk, but at least I am understood and I can understand. Second, unlike many refugees and many migrants, I have a support structure in place. Members of my congregation have opened their home to me while I set up house. My church congregation has been very supportive, giving me some time to set up while assuming my new duties. Presbytery and Synod have been welcoming. And friends that I have here in Australia all have said if you need anything just give us a call. Moving is hard. No doubt about. Moving far away is even harder. But being the recipient of such wonderful hospitality, I know that everything is good, and I am blessed.