Next week will mark the sixth time I've moved since fall of 2010. Sometimes it involved a simple shuffle across the hall to another apartment, which caused minor disruption for 48 hours, and then there were the dreaded, pack your car to the brim and travel across a few states kind of moves. At first I welcomed the change in environment and plunged into the process with delight, but now I find myself having to plaster a fake smile on my face as I grin and bare the sorting and boxing process once again.
I knew my life wasn't going to look the same after deciding to pick up and move to Texas to attend Christ for the Nations Institute, but knowing what I know now, I highly doubt I would have responded with "It's no big deal." to all of those who voiced concerns. It's not a big deal. It's a huge deal, and it changed my life dramatically. With life experience gained and life lessons learned, I remain ever so thankful for these last few years at CFNI. And if I really try, I can be greatful for the moving process and the flexibility it has created in my life.
So, where is my home you may ask? My home is in Pennsylvania with my amazing family and friends, in Dallas, TX where I work at a local hospital and will be a nurse for a children's summer camp, in Lindale, TX where all my belongings clutter a friend's attic, and wherever I am in that very moment. I choose to be content and at peace regardless of my location, and I will take this principle with me as I leave PA on Saturday and move into a new apartment in Dallas for the rest of the summer.
