7 Weeks

I lasted seven weeks in one place. It has been over a year since I could make that claim. I have been so busy running around the globe exploring various aspects of the culture and people that I forgot that sometimes you simply have to stay still. You have to stay in one place for long enough to find your bearings, to reconnect with friends, to digest everything that you have learned about yourself. I remained in Abilene for seven weeks before I began moving again. It only took seven weeks of putting off exploring and travelling for me to begin to feel roots growing in the community. It took seven weeks for me to go back to church for the first time in almost a year and join the church choir. It took seven weeks for me to realize how truly amazing my friends are in this small town. It took seven weeks for me to figure out how much they mean to me and to how they have my back through the struggles of teaching, being a student, and most importantly figuring out this crazy thing called life. Seven weeks. Only seven weeks.

Now I sit here staring at the map of the world in my little cubby, hole of an office in the basement of the library wondering what is next. Where do I go come May? What do I do? How do I change the world in some small way? On my right is a picture of a beach, my dream, my longest running dream. Do I find my way to the beach somehow? Or do I look at the other sources of inspiration sitting on my desk. I am confronted with endless possibilities and I can almost taste the adventure and freedom, and I can only hope that I am able to create roots like the ones I have been able to grow and mend in the past seven weeks.

Roomies

First home game with Tracee. Go ACU!!

Tux's snuggle buddy Daniel

First year and second year cohorts united.