i've written a lot about charlotte. about how it became home over the years. about how the people there are my family. about how much i miss it sometimes.
as i drove away from the city this morning, i wondered....will i ever feel the way about another place and another people, the way i did about charlotte?
of course i will. because i've lived several places in my life, and each city holds a special place in my heart.
my love for coshocton seems to grow, more and more, as the years go by. i may have dogged the place as a teenager, but it's home. the people are constant and the welcome is eternal.
buckhannon was the first place i ever felt free. i made a lot of stupid decisions, but i lived with abandon.
lewisburg was my training ground. could i be an adult? could i live on my own? could i make it in the professional world? was ministry really for me? lewisburg taught me how not to lose myself in adulthood.
charlotte was like college, round two. i made a lot of stupid decisions, and i loved with abandon.
and then there was misenheimer. it's hard to separate the village from the college. similarly, it's hard to separate my personal life from my professional life. this is where the lines began to blur and my role as a workaholic was birthed.
now, indianapolis. the cross roads of america. where i feel like i am at a cross road in my life. i'm not sure exactly where i'm headed, but i feel like my next few years in indianapolis are going to be important ones. something big is on the horizon - i can feel it. can you?
It hasn't matter where I've lived, I've found that I'm happiest when I've had that feeling that something big is coming, or that I'm working towards that something big. I've also found that when you start to lose that feeling... that's actually pretty important to key into.
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