13 Times. I'm tired of moving, friends. I'm tired of feeling unsettled, lost, and like I don't have a home. But maybe this time it will be different. Maybe the 13th time will be my lucky fortune. Sure, I'm surrounded by bleeding heart liberals who don't even carry plastic bags in Target, look homeless and spend all day surfing, but maybe I'll feel at home here. I'm off to a great start: I'm living with one of my closest friends and the setup here is NICE. How many people can say they have a friend who is all but financially supporting them in their hour (months) of need? God used Laura to rescue me out of a pit of despair (living with 6 people watching Netflix all day is just that) and I am now blessed beyond measure to be roommates with my dear friend. A change of scenery is just what I needed.
I'm also tired of being so negative. I think being in a new place will help to snap me out of myself. It's restarting my brain in a way, helping me to focus on other things besides my situation. I'm also trying to be more open to God because I've put Him on a back burner these last 5 months as I was hitting rock bottom (please God let this be rock bottom, no more please!)
I'm not a big fan of change, so, that could be why I'm not a fan of so much moving around. This, however, is counteracted by my need for adventure and to feel like life is moving forward, that I'm not stuck. Life hasn't been boring these past two years I can tell you that. Maybe a little settling and no change for awhile is just what the Doctor (God, for all you slow people out there) ordered.
I don't know where I will go from here, but I can't lie; I hope I'm pleasantly surprised.