It's a weird to find myself in an awkward, unknown place. It's even more weird to know that I purposefully ended up here. It's probably the first time I've uprooted by my own accord, and while I cherish my independent nature, the adjustment has been strange. I've found myself broken down a few times these past seven days. It's been especially hard not having ready access to the phone/internet/transportation. I think with all this time to myself I've let my thoughts wander to unusual concerns: will I make friends? Will I find a job? Will I find a proper Christian community? Will I get along with my family? And when on Earth will this all occur? I shouldn't fret, though:
- I'm a friendly person--albeit, odd and nerdy--and I think I've already found some potentially wonderful friendships.
- I have already applied at four places and secured an interview for Tuesday (well, it's automatic because I'm a re-hire potential for VSB).
- I believe I'll be checking out K2 on Sunday.
- I know that my family finds itself in both better circumstances and dispositions than ever before, and I already know just by interacting with my little brother that I've made the right choice in moving.
So it's with faith and perseverance that I'll say this: I'm sure I'll find my footing here in this mountainous, land-locked Beehive state. I've got to...Well, I will. It's just going to take some time.
And thankfully, I've got plenty of that.
Love and Be Well,
Megan
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