Hopefully this doesn’t come as a shock to you, but in about 50 days I’ll be starting a new chapter–or book, I guess–in my life: I’m moving to Georgia.
Like, it’s real life.
I’ve never lived anywhere but here, aside from moving even further north to Sonoma County for undergrad, in the good ‘ole Bay Area.
It’s kind of amazing when I think about how real this is about to be. I’m seriously moving all the way across the country, starting my Master’s program in the fall. And to be honest, lately I’ve been an oddly yet healthy mix of excited and nervous.
I’m both nervous and excited to
…have to find a community (again).
Community. It’s such a beautiful thing. In the two years since moving back to the Bay after undergrad, I’ve had the blessing to be a part of a truly God-centered community. And it’s been life changing–I don’t mean that to sound dramatic, but it is what it is. As I’ve mentioned before, finding community was a big desire for me as I waded through the proverbial wilderness that is post-graduate life.
Through community, I’ve learned that God works things out that you would never have thought needed working out. I’m talking about sanctification, guys! Through God-centered friendships, the Lord has done a work in me that I am grateful for. A work that I would have never gotten the chance to experience without community. Which is why, when the idea of moving away came up during my graduate application season, I was reluctant.
Really, God? After all the praying, and then You answering the praying–I have to leave it all? Can’t a girl catch a break?
But He simply said, “Trust Me.” And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Once, while sitting on my bed with my laptop screen glowing in front of me, I prayed that God would send me Godly men and women to walk alongside me in this journey. And you know what? He did.
So, I’ve chosen to learn from the past and put my trust in Him. And to pray for the community He’s already got in store for me.
…live on my own (i.e. without/far from my parents).
I’ve officially booked my flight. I’ll be leaving the Bay in August. As we booked our flights, my mom pointed out, ” Leigh, you just need to buy a ONE WAY ticket.” It was then that I realized, for the first time, that I wouldn’t be returning home with my parents at the “end” of our trip out to the east coast. I’ve never lived more than an hour away from my ‘rents and moving across the country, more than a 4 hour plane ride away, both terrifies and excites me.
I guess every baby bird has to learn to fly eventually, no? Perhaps this is the time for me to take that leap.
…go back to school.
Being out of school for 2+ years has been a nice break from the essay-a-week, mid-term filled, brain mushing routine of undergrad. Don’t get me wrong, I had a great college experience. But it was nice being out “in the real world” for a bit–getting some world experience and making some new friendships outside of school along the way.
Going back sounds both daunting as I haven’t had to write a 5+ page essay since spring semester circa 2014 and also like a thrilling new challenge. As much as I am nervous about getting back into the swing of the daily school grind, I know that I’ve done it before and can do it again. More than anything, I’m excited for my courses and to start learning. I’ve always been into school, so I’m looking forward to meeting my cohort and professors in my program.
It’s like riding a bike, right?
…actually move to Georgia.
I was born in San Francisco, CA . I grew up in and around the east Bay Area. And I haven’t lived anywhere farther than Sonoma County since I’ve been alive!
The Bay Area is, and will always be, my home. I’m going to miss the BART–even with it’s overly crowded cars–and driving an hour in traffic to Oakland where I work and attend Bible study.
Moving to a new state means moving my entire life and shaking it up like a too-sugary cocktail. I don’t know where the best (i.e. cheapest) gas stations are. Or where to get the best fro-yo in the neighborhood (shoutout to Yogurt Station). Or really even what the culture will be like in Georgia.
But that’s kind of the beauty of an adventure like this, isn’t it? Totally moving from a comfortable, well-known routine, to an uncertain and new reality.
“See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
and streams in the wasteland.”
“By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance,obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going. By faith he made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a foreign country; he lived in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise.”
Here’s to new adventures. Here’s to growing up. And here’s to not having a clue what you’re doing, but doing it anyway.
Have you ever made a big move–across the country? Across the world?
How did you deal with it?