(This post was originally written at the end of October and is just now being posted)
Life is full of transitions, they seem to come at us from all directions. As unavoidable as they are, we never seem to get used to them. It is as if we are driving on a road and there is a hill that prevents us from seeing what is ahead. My wife and I have been wondering what was just out of view for several years, but now are at the top of the hill, seeing what is there beyond and making the preparations to move forward.
I’m not much of an emotional person, so I find transitions interesting. Many times I process things by focusing on the adventure; other times just quietly reflecting on the changes.
As I’m writing this, I’m sitting on a pier, fishing. It’s 2am and today was my last day of work. My wife and I find ourselves in the middle of one of the biggest transitions of our lives. Two years ago we began on a path that is now coming to fruition. We are moving back overseas to work in international photojournalism.
We have loved our time in North Carolina. We have made friends here that will always be apart of our lives, but we knew from the beginning that this was not a permanent home. We are now seeing the end of this chapter.
As I mentioned, today was my last day of work as we are transitioning away from this area and I have to admit, it feels kinda weird. It feels weird to think that Monday morning I won’t have to get up and go to work, rather I will have to begin boxing up everything I own in preparation for moving. Boxing up your life is difficult. Memories are hard to pack. That is why I’m sitting on a pier in the middle if the night with this group of guys, one last opportunity to spend with them making memories. Despite having a fishing pole and a line in the water, I’m not here to fish, I’m here to talk and be with friends.
God has allowed us to be a part of a great church here and this group of guys has meant so much to me over the last few years and I can’t think of a better place to be right now.