The Bridge Between Two Lands

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As I prepare to embark on another cross-country move, I am struck with how solitary, lonely if I dare say it,  journeys can be.

It is strange, and a little ironic, because past, present and future days are overflowing with friends and family. But yet crossing the bridge from the land of sun, surf and Bentleys to the land of churches, honky-tonkys and green pastures is something I must do all alone.

California friends can’t quite understand what I am running to and Tennessee friends can’t quite understand what I am leaving behind. No one person, here nor there, completely understands the sadness, joy, excitement, fulfillment, contentment, loss, fear, and worry that have camped out in my soul and decided to have a slumber party.

Yes, the bridge between two lands can be a little lonely.

Yet I remain thankful, that the destination is Nashville, that it is in sight, and that God, and the pup, are constant companions {even though I don’t always lean into their presence as I should}.

Have you experienced the ironic loneliness of transition? 

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Lindsey has a sincere love for her precious dogs Molly and Maisy, a good red wine and the Delta Sky Club. She spends her days (and some nights) laboring to end childhood hunger at Feed the Children and to gather, equip and unleash women at IF:Gathering.

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  • I absolutely feel your pain. Our family will be (and has already been) moving because of my husband’s job in baseball.  It can be lonely for sure.  Praying you find community quickly in your new home.  And can’t wait to meet you in July 🙂

    • lindseynobles

      Thanks Alysa. I’m lucky because I am going back to an INCREDIBLE community in Nashville. Still it is hard to feel understood/known in the midst of the transition. It’s weird. 

      Can’t wait to meet you. 

  • It must be nice to be going home, though. You always have seemed to love Nashville. 
    I’m in the middle of telling friends that next year I’ll be leaving the church I’m working for to go to seminary. They’re sad and don’t understand why I’d go. I’m sad because I know why I have to go, and can’t articulate it to them. 

    Transitions are no fun.

    • lindseyrnobles

      So nice! 

  • We are so excited to have you back in Tennessee, Lindsey. Sadly, our gain is California’s loss. See you soon!

    • lindseyrnobles

      Thanks Mike. You guys are a big draw. So soon! 🙂

  • Oh gosh, yes. I had the same thoughts when I moved to Nashville. Even though I had people help me move, I drove down by myself and I was the one setting up my house, going to the DMV, and all the other tasks related to moving. I was the one that had to make it happen, good or bad. After months of talking about moving, that was where the rubber met the road. Hoping your transition goes smoothly!

    • lindseyrnobles

      Totally. Rubber meeting road. 

  • Our loss is Nashville’s gain. Happy and sad too. 

    The land in between is fertile soil for cultivating trust in the Lord. [I just went all Jesusy on you. Sorry. It’s the desertology stuff I’ve been studying :)]

  • lindseyrnobles

    Thanks B. Love you lots!

  • get it. on address number 20. hopefully the last. 

  • Definitely understand that transition. Our move was from the U. S. to Russia then back over a period of six years. No one other than the other missionaries we worked with understood the divided-heart nature of our lives. We embraced and loved both our adopted country and our homeland.

  • Girl, I get it. Totally. I feel like part of my heart will always be in TN. No one in Cali can quite grasp the beautiful thing that TN offers which Cali just doesn’t…at least yet… COMMUNITY. SO while I LOVE the ocean and fish tacos and being driving distance from about 50 amazing sites and national parks and being in the homeland of my amazing hubby, Nashville will always tug on this lil heart of mine. 

    • lindseynobles

      Hope I get to meet you someday soon!

  • I have, although it wasn’t in a physical move. When I became a manager, I really did feel that ironic loneliness that comes with leadership. It still comes and goes, two years later. 
    I’m very excited for your move, Lindsey! It’s fun to see chapters changing for a bloggy friend (your term). 

    • lindseynobles

      Thanks Steph!

  • I’m with you! My time in-between should be coming to an end soon. Having graduated in May 2011 but not employed full-time, I’m in-between college-life and job-life. I have become comfortable in my two-state life. I don’t fit in in the Southern State, and I don’t fit in in the Northern State. I am my own breed and sometimes I just have to shake my head and say, “It’s a cultural thing.”

    Katie

    • lindseynobles

      I remember how daunting that time was Katie. But it is fun. And you will find your way.

  • Linds – I just heard about your move because I’m working with one of your former co-workers from TN at  International Justice Mission… When you went back to Nash a while back and cried through services, I could so relate – as when I had moved to GA (after living in DC for 12 years) I did the same thing. Delighted for you that you are going back to Nash and can’t wait to hear more about your adventures there! 

    • lindseynobles

      Thanks Jenny. I’m excited!