Posts Tagged "Moving"


Yesterday, I packed up what was left of my life in California. In between errands and goodbyes, I stole an hour with my friend Jennie {yes, I reposted a guest post I did for her yesterday} and her husband Zac. They like many, asked how my transition has been, what I’m leaving behind and what I took away from this season. Unpacking it all with them, I could see God’s hand woven throughout my zig-zagging story {no one ever...

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A Beautiful Whirlwind

A Beautiful Whirlwind


Posted By on Jun 10, 2012 in The Life I Live | 4 comments

One week from today {if everything goes according to our very ambitious cross-country road trip plan}, Trish Davis, the pup and I will be pulling into Nashville. I still can not believe that this move is on the horizon and getting a little bit closer each day. The last couple of weeks have been a beautiful whirlwind. Finishing up work at Project 7, crossing items off of my California bucket list {Dodger’s Game – check,...

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While I have embraced the word “dude “{because dude just works}, complained about being “freezing” when the temperature was well above 50 degrees Fahrenheit, and added a ”the” before mentioning an interstate, still I am not sure I ever fully adapted to Orange County lifestyle. Here are seven clues: 1. I never took my dog to the mall. 2. I never said the word “gnarly” and meant it. 3. I...

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What Remains

What Remains


Posted By on Oct 6, 2011 in The Life I Live | 29 comments

As I spent time over-analyzing myself earlier today {too bad I can’t figure out how to make a career out of self-analysis…I’d be rich}, I realized that I am in the midst of a mini identity crisis. With so much new, and so little old, I am struggling to pinpoint who I am, what I think, and how to share this journey with you. In the most simplest terms, I am in the process of discovering what remains…of me....

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All’s Grace

All’s Grace


Posted By on Sep 27, 2011 in The Life I Live | 11 comments

Last week got off to a rough start. A funk enveloped me and I wasn’t sure I was going to find my way out. Moving can be hard. A thirty-fifth birthday can be hard. Together they became the double whammy that did me in…at least for a couple of days. But sometime Wednesday morning the tide turned. And instead of grieving faraway friends, failed attempts at romance, and fruitless dreams, I started seeing the love that I often...

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I left Nashville four weeks ago today. And my transition for the most part has been surprisingly smooth. That doesn’t mean that I don’t have mornings, like this one, where I wake up aching to turn the clock back four weeks and relish in a place that I know and that I feel known. That is the hardest part about moving…the constant uncertainty.┬áThat everything, and I mean everything, is new. Don’t get me wrong, I...

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