Well I'm here, sort of. I'm in Oregon but won't actually be moving to Portland for 2 1/2 more weeks. Part of me knows that I live in Oregon now, but part of me still feels like I'm just on vacation & in a few days I'll be going back to my life in San Diego.
But it's real, this is really happening.
I live in Oregon.
I am a graduate student.
I have my own apartment.
I am in a new city...where I know no one.
All of those statements can & have resulted in feelings of intense doubt and fear in the past.
But as I spend these next two weeks waiting for school to start and to move into my apartment, I am comforted in a sense of peace that truly surpasses my own understanding. There is no earthly reason why I should not be stressed out of my mind right now, especially when considering my tendency to over-think everything and worry to the point of insomnia.
Yet I am not worried. I know that I am where the Lord wants me to be. In this time, I am supposed to be in this place...so now I can sit here and relax, turning away from the fear that has so easily consumed me in the past and relish the knowledge that this is exactly where I am supposed to be.
(As this adventure continues, I am determined to document it with a regularity that has been lacking in my previous flirtations with this blog...the intensely sentimental part of me really wants to be able to look back on this time & read what was going through my head as I built my new life in Portland)
