September 7th, 2015
Oh, y'all. Hi. I'm writing to you from HOUSTON, TX, because approximately 6 weeks ago I hopped in my car with as many of my possessions that I could fit into a Hyundai Elantra, and took off toward the setting sun. Sometimes I find myself lying in my bed (with a snoring George by my side, of course), wondering what in the world.
Is it possible for something to be exciting and quiet at the same time? I realize that these are not two words that are typically paired together, but it is how I describe my life currently.
Uprooting the life you've had and moving to a brand new city, where there are brand new people, in a brand new state (with brand new college football team flags being proudly displayed in yards...gross) is definitely exciting. It is exciting learning something new every single day, never knowing what you'll stumble upon in any given moment. It is exciting to go out on a limb where you have to completely depend upon God and nothing else.
But it is also quiet. It is quiet when you go from a city where you were deeply rooted in friendships, family and community, to be suddenly plopped down in the middle of a place that you know very little about. All at once things come to a halt and you find yourself spending a lot of time walking solo down beautiful tree-lined streets (this IS a metaphor just as much as it ISN'T), pondering what life is now.
But then you realize that even though there are crazy, scary and lonely moments among the excitement, that you are where you are supposed to be. That God carved out this perfect little place of calmness and freshness just for you. That even though an emotional closing of the chapter that changed your life had already happened, a physical closure was also necessary. That a new chapter was necessary. A new fresh start with a white blank page.
So here's to a time of challenges, intentionality, discovery, newness, and quiet. I've never been one to be comfortable in quiet. Until now. Turns out you can hear better in the quiet.
"She understood that the hardest times in life to go through were when you were transitioning from one version of yourself to another." - Sarah Addison Allen, Lost Lake