Nomads, Birthdays and work families.
2014: A crazy year for sure.
2015: Looks as if it will be even more nuts thus far.
I swear I've aged more within the past two months than I have over the past two years. Stress is something that bursts in when you least expect it. It ravages and tears apart your sanity. Not that I ever had much of that anyway.
The beginning of this year, I was planning on moving to New York City once my lease was up in Chattanooga. But, God has this way of taking your plans, smashing them to the ground, and rebuilding them from the ground up. A stage that still hasn't been revealed to me quite yet. Earlier this year, I was in Atlanta every few weeks to visit two of my best gal's [Gabi and Elise] and consequently I really fell in love with the city. The food culture there is incredible. It's such a wonderful change from small-town Chattanooga. There is just so much more in a bigger city. I really think I was made for a bigger city. So, now I'm looking for a place in Atlanta. It's more practical as of now. The expense of living isn't as large as in NYC. NYC is still in the future, but I think ATL will be a good stepping stone. Plus, it's only two hours away from the place I've called home for almost 6 years now. Not that I really would have any reason to visit, apart from coming back to see friends. I've just got to go. Not that I'm not happy in Chattanooga. It's just that I've been here since I moved for school in 2009, and now it's 2015. It is time to move on. I could see myself living out my golden years in a town like Chatt. Once I settle down and have a family, or more likely a dog. But for now, I'm young! I'm so full of life. At least that's what I tell people when I'm all hyped up on caffeine...we're going to ignore the Saturday nights where I get off work at midnight, after having worked a double and want to sleep - more than anything - for two years in a row. Pretending to be so young is a bit harder after having my 24th birthday last month. In general, I don't celebrate my own birthday. I go nuts over other people's birthdays, but mine always tend to be somewhat lacking. I don't actually care about my own particular birthday, because it's an arbitrary day. Hooray, I've survived another year. How many more times do I have to awkwardly sit through someone singing happy birthday to me before I can strangle them without repercussions? More than once is quite enough. What exactly does one do while being sung the happy birthday song?
Anyways. Since my lease and moving plans ended rather abruptly, I am staying in a friends' spare room for a few weeks until I get everything sorted out. She is gracious enough to let me house-sit and feed her cats while she's away. Honestly, I just needed a place to sleep and store a few of my immediate things. Like clothes that I'm wearing until I find a new place to move all of my stuff into in Atlanta.
So, as previously stated; things have not been easy in the past two months. The day after my housing plans for Atlanta fell through, I biked to work and when I returned, I found my bike [or, more appropriately, the bike that I had been borrowing indefinitely from my roommate-turned-brother, Grant] had been nabbed. The lock was there..broken, but it was still there. Pitifully lying on the ground, having somehow been broken open and dumped on the ground as a friendly reminder that says, "Hey, I stole your bike. Sucks to be you right now, but I have a new bike, WooHoo!".
Asshole.
Then there was the whole how-on-earth-am-I-going-to-actually-get-to-Atlanta/where-am-I-going-to-store-my-stuff thing. It's not fun when you can practically see your life crumbling before your very eyes. A verse kept running through my mind those few days. "Therefore, do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble". I had been so stressed about the actual act of moving, that I hadn't even thought about where I was going to put my stuff. I had asked people in passing if I could keep a box or two of my stuff at their house for a few weeks while I figure out my shit, and then go from there. But I hadn't actually made plans to get my stuff to said places. It's quite absurd when you think about it. Thankfully, my old co-worker and one of my very dear friends stopped by and helped me take and store almost all of my stuff at her house. She then made me take some Benadryl and go to bed. I could actually not breathe at all from the dust and mold and things in the air that had been kicked up by moving. I think the stress was visible on my face that night. Then, the next day I worked lunch, then was able to drop off some of my immediately needed things at the house at which I would be house-sitting. It's amazing how grace can be seen in the actions of those who do not even profess the label of Christian. It's sad and incredible that people who do not claim Christ have treated me better than those who do. Friends! This should not be so! I'm no example of abounding love, but guys! we have to show love to those that need it! And to those that don't think they do. How else will we show the goodness of Christ, and draw those to him? Spread the love, y'all! Spread the love.
I digress. Currently, I am looking for housing/in Atlanta and also a job to work while I'm there. Prayers are appreciated.
Also, I really identify with the title of 'Nomad' lately. Not really having a place that I can call my own, or even really any sort of consistency. It's exhausting. It's almost freeing at the same time. This sort of 'uprooting' of my situation is exciting, but a bit nerve-racking. Ironically, the one place that is more of a home to me than anywhere else [simply because I've spent more time there than anywhere else over the past few weeks] is work. Oddly enough, I never think of work as something that will be more than just a job. The people are more like family than I had thought they would be. I can honestly say it's going to physically hurt to leave these people. We're a scatterbrained, loud, obnoxiously fun family of sorts. I really do love these people. I love my little Taco family.
But I'm so excited to move on to a bigger city, with bigger opportunities. And, I still need a job, and a place to live...and a computer...and a bike or a car. So, I guess prayers are appreciated. I know He will provide. He always does. Well, until next time, babes. Much love.
2015: Looks as if it will be even more nuts thus far.
I swear I've aged more within the past two months than I have over the past two years. Stress is something that bursts in when you least expect it. It ravages and tears apart your sanity. Not that I ever had much of that anyway.
The beginning of this year, I was planning on moving to New York City once my lease was up in Chattanooga. But, God has this way of taking your plans, smashing them to the ground, and rebuilding them from the ground up. A stage that still hasn't been revealed to me quite yet. Earlier this year, I was in Atlanta every few weeks to visit two of my best gal's [Gabi and Elise] and consequently I really fell in love with the city. The food culture there is incredible. It's such a wonderful change from small-town Chattanooga. There is just so much more in a bigger city. I really think I was made for a bigger city. So, now I'm looking for a place in Atlanta. It's more practical as of now. The expense of living isn't as large as in NYC. NYC is still in the future, but I think ATL will be a good stepping stone. Plus, it's only two hours away from the place I've called home for almost 6 years now. Not that I really would have any reason to visit, apart from coming back to see friends. I've just got to go. Not that I'm not happy in Chattanooga. It's just that I've been here since I moved for school in 2009, and now it's 2015. It is time to move on. I could see myself living out my golden years in a town like Chatt. Once I settle down and have a family, or more likely a dog. But for now, I'm young! I'm so full of life. At least that's what I tell people when I'm all hyped up on caffeine...we're going to ignore the Saturday nights where I get off work at midnight, after having worked a double and want to sleep - more than anything - for two years in a row. Pretending to be so young is a bit harder after having my 24th birthday last month. In general, I don't celebrate my own birthday. I go nuts over other people's birthdays, but mine always tend to be somewhat lacking. I don't actually care about my own particular birthday, because it's an arbitrary day. Hooray, I've survived another year. How many more times do I have to awkwardly sit through someone singing happy birthday to me before I can strangle them without repercussions? More than once is quite enough. What exactly does one do while being sung the happy birthday song?
Anyways. Since my lease and moving plans ended rather abruptly, I am staying in a friends' spare room for a few weeks until I get everything sorted out. She is gracious enough to let me house-sit and feed her cats while she's away. Honestly, I just needed a place to sleep and store a few of my immediate things. Like clothes that I'm wearing until I find a new place to move all of my stuff into in Atlanta.
So, as previously stated; things have not been easy in the past two months. The day after my housing plans for Atlanta fell through, I biked to work and when I returned, I found my bike [or, more appropriately, the bike that I had been borrowing indefinitely from my roommate-turned-brother, Grant] had been nabbed. The lock was there..broken, but it was still there. Pitifully lying on the ground, having somehow been broken open and dumped on the ground as a friendly reminder that says, "Hey, I stole your bike. Sucks to be you right now, but I have a new bike, WooHoo!".
Asshole.
Then there was the whole how-on-earth-am-I-going-to-actually-get-to-Atlanta/where-am-I-going-to-store-my-stuff thing. It's not fun when you can practically see your life crumbling before your very eyes. A verse kept running through my mind those few days. "Therefore, do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble". I had been so stressed about the actual act of moving, that I hadn't even thought about where I was going to put my stuff. I had asked people in passing if I could keep a box or two of my stuff at their house for a few weeks while I figure out my shit, and then go from there. But I hadn't actually made plans to get my stuff to said places. It's quite absurd when you think about it. Thankfully, my old co-worker and one of my very dear friends stopped by and helped me take and store almost all of my stuff at her house. She then made me take some Benadryl and go to bed. I could actually not breathe at all from the dust and mold and things in the air that had been kicked up by moving. I think the stress was visible on my face that night. Then, the next day I worked lunch, then was able to drop off some of my immediately needed things at the house at which I would be house-sitting. It's amazing how grace can be seen in the actions of those who do not even profess the label of Christian. It's sad and incredible that people who do not claim Christ have treated me better than those who do. Friends! This should not be so! I'm no example of abounding love, but guys! we have to show love to those that need it! And to those that don't think they do. How else will we show the goodness of Christ, and draw those to him? Spread the love, y'all! Spread the love.
I digress. Currently, I am looking for housing/in Atlanta and also a job to work while I'm there. Prayers are appreciated.
Also, I really identify with the title of 'Nomad' lately. Not really having a place that I can call my own, or even really any sort of consistency. It's exhausting. It's almost freeing at the same time. This sort of 'uprooting' of my situation is exciting, but a bit nerve-racking. Ironically, the one place that is more of a home to me than anywhere else [simply because I've spent more time there than anywhere else over the past few weeks] is work. Oddly enough, I never think of work as something that will be more than just a job. The people are more like family than I had thought they would be. I can honestly say it's going to physically hurt to leave these people. We're a scatterbrained, loud, obnoxiously fun family of sorts. I really do love these people. I love my little Taco family.
But I'm so excited to move on to a bigger city, with bigger opportunities. And, I still need a job, and a place to live...and a computer...and a bike or a car. So, I guess prayers are appreciated. I know He will provide. He always does. Well, until next time, babes. Much love.
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