Two weeks ago, I was just shuffling along, driving my old car, working a regular shift at the coffee shop, and updating my blog according to schedule. But then my car broke down. Then I got an unexpected phone call offering me a job I applied for two years ago. Then I got on a plane and flew to south Florida. Then I took an impromptu road trip through the south (I love the south), hopping from town to town visiting family and old churches, staying on my sister’s couch, eating soul food in South Carolina and takeout in Charlotte, North Carolina while watching a documentary about grocery stores.
I don’t know if it’s unusual, but every time I spend a few days far removed from my daily life, I start to feel like a disembodied spirit, like everything’s a dream. It’s like I’m floating involuntarily from place to place. Rather than feeling grounded, I’m supremely confused. But eventually, after getting “home” (defining home gets more difficult as family and friends move away and apart), I start to ease back into things, albeit with a wider outlook and a better understanding of who I am without the imminent influence of a particular community’s value system.
My daily schedule is about to change (I accepted the job offer). My responsibilities will increase. But I hope that this new position will fill my need to take initiative and minister to my community. I’m glad that things happened by means of this winding path. I’m glad that I had a chance to remember who I am and remember how much I love my community before transitioning to new things.