The beginning of this month was the two year mark of my time here at church. It's weird to know that I've been at this place and in this job longer than any other place I've lived or job I have had. The longest I have lived in one place since high school (up to this point) was my first two years of seminary... well, that was actually only around 21 months. The longest I have worked at a job was the year and two weeks I spent as a youth director. So, I guess you could say, in the last 12 years I have had a fairly transitory life.
So it's sometimes weird to still be in the same place. I still occasionally get those feelings that it's time to pack up and head off somewhere new and different. I've noticed several over the past couple months. It's like my body has gotten into this rhythm of leaving and arriving, and so it just expects it to happen.
But, I have to say, I like where I am at. I greatly enjoy the people and most of the work that I get to do. I have been blessed with some great friendships, and a few great friends have moved relatively close to me. I am finding ways to branch out and see new places, try new things and meet new people. I feel like I'm settling into some sort of rhythm with the work that I'm doing, as if I know what to do and when to do it (at least most of the time... sometimes my procrastination skills still catch up to me).
So, I know that down the road there will be more new and different places. My journey still has som twists and turns and hills to go. But, for now, I'm happy to be in the place where I am. And that's a good feeling.