space time and the mind

if i were planning to go into psych, this would be my thing. i would study, for my own benefit, the psychological implications of modern travel. people today travel so much and so far and transit between social groups and societies so much that we are developing new strategies for it. we don't have that kind of "evolutionary experience"--this is a novel phenomenon brought on by the revolutions in communication and transportation.
over the past year i have not lived in one place for more than four months. i have traveled thousands of miles, been surrounded by vastly different languages, cultures, atmospheric pressures and geographic features--oceans, waterfalls, rivers, forests, cities, trains, highways, aircrafts, cars, and so much more. i've lived in houses, a dorm, a guesthouse, a students' house and an apartment. varying routines, supervision, expectations.
can a person create and duly respond to the social construction of reality when it is constantly in flux?? surely, there are some who can--perhaps not well--, but there are many who can't. what separates them?? what can we do to help people through such a lifestyle, or need it be obliterated from society?
i believe that so much in life relies on permanence. in order for relationships to persist, you need to maintain the social context of that relationship, and when it is in a parallel construct, it takes more work. in one mind there must be a running, changing conception of the place that mind came from as well as sensing and reacting to the mind's present environment.
anyways, that's what im suffering right now. i just came from brazil, and boston before that. now im with my sister before heading to middle-of-nowhereville, NY. im finally returning to a world i'd left behind, leaving so many other worlds behind. im conscious of upcoming psychological turmoil, but i don't know what to do with it now.

when God speaks, there's no doubt about it

these days, my life has been a storm, an utter whirl-wind upon earthquake, and god's voice was in them. the hubbub kept me busy and spinning, but god broke through like a truck to a deer on a forest road; his still, small voice has been with me ever since. he has showed me his wonders and his mighty power; how he orchestrates all of creation--time and space together--to his purpose. this is not to say that i have stuck with him all of the way. at times i recognized myself pulling a jonah, going exactly where god said not to, but called me persistently back. he spoke through me and to me. he has used his beautiful, broken body, the church, to speak to me. he has used books and circumstances. and he has given me the desire of my heart. i believe that my going to brazil is god's desire as well as mine--for what specific purpose i will only discover afterward--and only by seeking his kingdom first was i granted this wonderful oportunity to return to the place i call home closest to my heart. i suppose the last lesson i have to learn is that my home is not here, or there or at the ends of the earth, but in god's kingdom--and the when and wheres of that kingdom are only dimly seen today.
soon we will see face to face