I think what is interesting about moving to a new place where you don't know anyone outside of the people you work with... is that there is a lot of waiting. Before you move, you wade through boxes, memories, and last moments shared with people you love- waiting for the last goodbye. Waiting for those boxes to be moved. And waiting for new life to begin.
Then you move. And wade through those same boxes, that recall memories and last moments shared and you can't wait to talk to people that you love, having survived the last goodbye and now just wanting to say hello.
After the unpacking and settling into your space, you sort of balance between a social life where you once lived, and the one you are about to have. The period of time where you are having to figure out who you are going to pursue, and be open to being pursued by. Sometimes its a long period. However, sometimes... its not.
It is Saturday night and I'm exhausted. Not because work is so hard or so much. But because I have been thrown into, and welcomed into a really fun social life. The past two nights I've been out with great people, and great laughter. And today at work my new friend Ashley came into work to say hi, and it felt like I had known her my entire life. It was bizarre. It was new life. Not waiting in between random worlds and points. I am still processing how I feel about it, where I think some new relationships will go, and what is up. But I have felt seen, heard, and loved. It's been a great transition to Winston-Salem, and this week I was able to really see and feel where this life is taking shape and God is molding each step and person that crosses my path.
And it's great.
Amazing in fact.
And I laugh because I don't know why I ever even had doubt. For a second.
Not doubt that I made the wrong choice- but doubt on how long it would take to feel...
Like me. Here.
All the way me.
All the way here.
I love.It.
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