New Time Zone

When I got here, it felt like the ground was moving... 

Reminiscing... No, literally! For a few days, I could have sworn the ground was alive. Thank God that jet-lag isn't permanent. As we drove away from the airport, I kissed the taste of city and home goodbye indefinitely. My family and friends were left in the sweet Carolinas, and I found myself in a new time zone. So, we drove 7 hours into the mountains of this beautiful country. And then, I was home. 

Now, I am home. I'm still coming to terms with that fact. 

See, I've been living in transition for the past 4 years at college. Different dorms, home for summers, home for winter break, back to the dorm, living at camp, and training in a different state. This will be the longest I have lived in one place since high school, which is pretty bizarre. No more living out of my little green Honda Civic! It's crazy to be settling down into a place that's anything but easy to settle into. 

One thing I have to remember is: these things are not wrong or worse, just different. 

Maybe the Father will refine me through all of this. Maybe he'll change and challenge everything about me. From my mind to my heart, this place is where I'm supposed to be. Welcome to a home on a new horizon.