During the wait for a full-time gig.
During the silence. The silence of unscheduled, unplanned mornings, afternoons and evenings.
I mulled around in my mind the thoughts I’ve had of moving to Baltimore, MD for grad school and to start a fresh life. Why Baltimore? Because on a romantic solo vacay I took a couple summers ago I fell for the city and all of its charms (especially the Harbor and the Lexington Market). It reminded me of a southern Brooklyn – fast-paced, racially and professionally diverse city with a large community-feel (the biggest charm). From time to time until I graduated I would look at rental prices, community websites (including the particular neighborhood that I liked during my visit), several reviews on public forums from transplants around my age, cost-of-living calculators and the like.
Then I had to confront something.
A couple of years ago, my mind, heart and faith were in a different place and stage. And I’ve come up quite a bit since. Long in short, God wasn’t in my mind when the idea to plant roots in Baltimore hit it. Now, I’m not that settled on the idea. I have much more time to get things together. But I’d really love to be clear on how God wants to use my hands and feet, and where.
One thing I am certain of, is that I do NOT want to spend the rest of my life in South Carolina, as much as it’s grown on me. Another thing I am certain of, is that before I moved to SC in 2005, I’ve never had a permanent address for longer than 3 years. Who’s to say that I won’t get the itch to switch if I move to Maryland and get anxious.
So, therein lies the larger issue. I’ve never really just waited. Part of the come-up has been my patience, as it has increased my faith. I need a little bit more.
Keep me in your prayers!