2 weeks from today, I’ll be on the flight to London. It’s all starting to feel a little bittersweet. Leaving my work, church, family and friends…things that have defined who I am. People tell me that it’ll be alright because it’s only 9 months. That’s true, and when it ends, I’ll probably think it’s too short.
That said, learning how to live on my own again (especially since I don’t have a roommate) would take some trial and error.
I am consistently amazed at God’s grace for me. He has already gone before me to plan my life there. I already have communities that I can plug myself in. It’s so good to know that I have senior scholars, mentors and brothers & sisters to walk with me.
Recently I’ve also looked back on my life (haha yes, quarter life crisis kicking in), and I am again amazed at my journey to the here and now.
When I was 16, I decided to study Psychology because I wanted to help people. I wanted to listen to people’s problems, just like how I listened to my friends. It didn’t pan out like how I thought it’d be - I didn’t become a counselor or psychologist. But I did end up listening to people’s problems, almost every day in fact. Problems that are bigger than what I can solve, but just for this one moment when our lives intersect, we can change each other.
