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In transit.

It’s funny how something really so simple can turn into such a big thing which makes you stressed. This week felt like such a long week. House-hunting added into that did not make me peaceful and serene. However, it should have been fine. Logically there is nothing to worry about. There are plenty of people renting out rooms, and even more importantly I have a God who is totally committed to me and to me having somewhere to live. Still, logic and feelings aren’t always on the same page. I let my friends know I needed a place to live, sent out emails to a bunch of people on a housing list, and went to look at a few places. Not quite knowing if the girls I live with now wanted to find a place together or not kind of made it a wee bit harder to look, because I wasn’t sure if I was wanting 1,2 or 3 rooms. But we’ve worked that out in the end, and the result is that I do have a house I’m potentially moving in to at the end of the month. I wish I could move sooner, but it seems a bit of a waste to pay double rent for a few weeks as my current landlady needed 30 days notice (I think I misunderstood a bit along the way there, but hey, it’s fine).

I was telling friends yesterday that I feel like I’m in transit…no longer really landed in the house I’m in (which I never really was anyway), yet still not able to “settle” at my new place since I’ve not moved there. And the whole prospect of moving just brings to the surface the longing to not be moving so much, to stay in one place for just a bit longer, to not be doing everything alone.

And yet, I continue to be one who is “seeking for a homeland”…

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