So, I always think about blogging, but when it comes down to it I never have anything to say - and I'm not the type of person who likes to give random updates on stuff like what I ate for breakfast, haha. Once again, I am at a loss for words.
My life has been pretty predictable for a person who has just moved. I'm still in the slow process of looking for jobs and trying to make friends. Both of which are going much slower than I had hoped. In college, work and friends just kinda hits you in the face. Now, I feel like people take at least a week to do any type of networking.
Making friends has definitely been the easier part of relocating - at least for me. I am pretty comfortable talking to new people and going to places by myself. I find that people normally want to make you feel welcome if you tell them you are new and don't have friends. I've already been invited to a few people's houses to hangout. And I might even have a potential roommate for next month!
The more discouraging thing for me is not having a job. This is so hard for me to trust God with. I can't help thinking about what will happen if I don't find a job. I've been finding that most places think I'm either under or over qualified to work. Entry level jobs don't want me because they know I'm looking for a teaching job. And schools don't want me because they don't know me or my teaching style, and all I've had are entry level jobs. Thinking about it just makes me cry. At this point, I don't care what I do, I just want a job. I don't need a lot of money...
I guess right now, I need to learn how to wait. Each day I apply for new jobs, and talk to store managers, but I keep feeling like I'm not doing something right. Part of me wonders if maybe God is teaching me to wait. I've never been good at waiting. It's not that I am a hasty person or someone who needs things to be done super fast, but as I look back, I realize that I have never done well with waiting for something that I really want. The example that comes to mind is boys. If there isn't anyone I am interested in, somehow I secretly decide that I will never get married. And then when there is a guy, even if I know he's not the best, I go ahead and date him thinking that, of course, we are meant to be. It seems as though I latch on to whatever is in front of me for fear of the dark unknown that lies beyond it. But now there is nothing in front of me except unknowns. Nothing to latch on to.
All that is left for me is to trust God. "Nothing in my hand I bring, simply to the cross I cling." Praise Him!
