It's that time again!
I'm moving out on Monday.
In some ways, I can't believe it's been a whole year since I moved into this apartment. In others, it seems like two or three. That's almost always how I feel when there are major changes in my life.
In some ways I feel like I'm taking a step back, because I'm moving back in with my mom. But I know it's only temporary, and this is what is required so that I can move (hopefully) to Denver in a few months.
I'm super excited for what the future holds. The idea of moving to Denver makes me really really excited. I've been thinking about this and planning for this for over a year. And I'm still not sure if it's God's will.
Some people discern until they're absolutely sure that God is asking something of them. I'm more of a "jump and he'll catch you" kinda girl, I think. I've prayed about it, of course. But I'm not sure. What I am sure of, however, is that if it isn't His will, He will find a way to stop me. Another source of consolation I have is that I'm still five months out from being able to get promoted and have NO idea if there will be a job available for me when I'm ready to move. If there is, then I trust that it will be God's hand guiding me. If there isn't, I know something better will come up. He's good. He wants what is best for me. I know that.
This week I had breakfast with one of my best friends from high school, Alex. I have only seen Alex twice since high school: once in D.C. our freshman year of college (he attended American in D.C., and I was there for the March for Life), and once when we were both home at the same time, probably in 2010. He's been in China for the past four years running an English school. How awesome is that?!
Even though we hadn't spoken in quite some time, it was awesome to pick back up where we left off. Alex is extremely intelligent and in high school I always wondered why he picked me to be his friend. He is so in touch with his emotions, and very self aware. I was completely disconnected from myself, my extroversion often got the best of me, and I was rambunctious. Looking back, it's interesting that it took me so long to develop an inner voice, with him as a friend. He brought out the thinker in me, I brought out the adventure in him, I think. One time we laid in the parking lot of our high school football stadium and stared at the sky and talked all night. Once we ran (almost) naked through the town square. (Sorry if that scandalizes anyone, we were just crazy kids.)
Living at home, I've made new memories with new people here, and I sometimes forget that this is where I come from; this is where I grew up. It was good to be reminded of that.
It was also nice to have a conversation that was more than an inch deep with a man. I haven't had one in quite a while. It was nice to feel like a man loves my mind, and it gave me hope for my future with the man God made for me.
On a lighter note, ate a chorizo breakfast burrito on the first Friday of Lent. Realized afterwards. #awesome #whoops
St. John, pray for us.