On the World Race, I expected change. We changed countries and continents. We experienced different cultures, food, people, languages, churches, etc…
Change was inevitable. After all, I started the adventure knowing I was going to at least 11 different countries… by the time it was over, I had been to 17.
Change was going to happen and I was ready for it, even excited about how much change we were going to encounter.
And then I got home.
I thought I was returning to a place where I could find consistency… but instead, I found more change….
Upon arriving home, I lived with my parents for 6 months while I worked with special needs kiddos at Stepping Stones Educational Therapy School.
That summer (2011), I moved to Buckhead, Atlanta to work with college students at Peachtree Presbyterian. I lived with an incredible family for the 3 months of my internship.
I moved to Roswell last August prior to starting graduate school at Richmont.
Realizing the commute was pretty unbearable for me, I moved to Virginia Highlands, Atlanta, in December.
In January (2012), I started working at a coffee shop until I could find a better paying job.
In March, I started working at Half Moon Outfitters (an outdoors store). I maintained both jobs (coffee and retail), while being a full time student, for a little over a month. Not being able to balance it all, I finally quit the coffee shop.
A job with the Army Corps of Engineers fell in my lap in June- so needless to say, I left Half Moon and began working with the Corps. I have just completed my second week and I am hoping to stay here until I graduate from Richmont in May 2014.
There has been a lot of change. A lot of moving. A lot of learning new skills for new jobs. A lot of new information as I am studying counseling, something completely new and different from my background.
I go back and forth on whether or not I enjoy all the change and newness.
Some days, I hate it. Some days, I can’t take anymore of it. Some days, I long for more consistency than anything else.
But, other days, I enjoy learning new things and meeting new people. Other days, I’m anticipating the adventure and excitement change brings.
I even have those days where I want to quit school and work to move to some random country. Truth is, I miss traveling. I miss being overseas and all that had to offer. I miss that type of change. That’s the type of change that’s expected… not 3 new jobs and 3 new houses in a year while living in America.
Here is the deal, though, this change has been good for me. It has kept me on my toes, kept me reliant on God. I have learned a lot more about myself, what I can handle, what I want, what I need, etc. I have even learned more about God, who He His, what it means to trust Him, how much He loves me, etc.
This has been one of the hardest years for me (which I also said about the World Race), but it has been so so good. I really wouldn’t change any of it.
