For many reasons and in many ways I’m an unsettled person. It’s taken some time, but I can admit it now. Part of who I am wants to explore, move, meet new people, see new things.
Most of this summer was spent in a space of trying to be present in Houston, with the people around me – and feeling the call to go. Every other time I’ve moved, there’s been a job or ministry that I knew I was headed into. Not this time.
Great people to live with in community – but still feeling disconnected from the city. Amazing small group at church (who, if it hasn’t been mentioned before was true community and welcomed me as one of their own, challenged & encouraged me more than I could have expected) – yet the physical distance left me feeling somewhat disengaged.
Not feeling at home where I currently was, I began looking elsewhere. But where does one even begin? I’m almost 30. Society tells me I should have some roots by now. (I don’t care too much about this, but the pressure is still felt).
As I had conversations, something that kept coming up was the idea of jumping. As big as a move felt to me, with no strong ties anywhere, it is only a move. If I were to go somewhere and hate it, I could leave after 6 months, a year.
So I talked and journaled and prayed. And applied to far too many jobs. Eventually I landed a few potential interviews in the same area…. and I decided to jump.
And, the leap of faith looks like one that is moving me forward.
I have been in Asheville, North Carolina for less than a week. After four interviews, and one declined interview, I accepted a job as a front desk agent at a hotel. I have some friends that I’m currently living with as I adjust to a new place. How long will I be here? Do I have a church / community?
I don’t know.
But I’m trusting that this season will grow me, teach me, stretch me. Help me be more fully me.