| | Yet Again...I find myself considering moving. And I wonder why this year
seems to be a restless year where I can't quite find my niche.
Since I graduated seminary in May I have considered living in New York
or Chicago but am in Minnesota. I've gone from living in a
litttle old lady's extra room to living in an apartment to living back
at my parents' to living in a house to living in somebody's extra room
again.
And just when I get all flustered and frazzled, I remember--oh yeah,
it's been four years. Four years ago I came back from Kenya
(well, I came back in December '04 and it's April '04, but hang in
there with me) and began what has been in many ways the most stable
period of my life. And by 'stable' I mean I've lived in 4
different houses, not counting 2 summers at camp. I've had 6
different jobs. I've started a degree, finished a degree, and
started another degree.
So is it a surprise that I'm in conflict and chaos? No.
It's been 4 years. And every 4 years I mess up
relationships. Every 4 years I have some sort of crisis that
deflates me temporarily. I should be used to this.
But I'm not! I'm tired of it and I want it to stop.
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| | Posted 4/15/2008 12:09 AM - 0 comments
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