So I find myself in another transition.  I’m just 5 days into perhaps the biggest one I’ve experienced in my short life so far.  From singlehood to marriage, Los Angeles to Chicago, employed to unemployed, part of a community to searching for one, and suburb to city.  Whew.  I’ve been a bit excited, a bit lost, a bit awestruck, a bit cold, a bit lonely, a bit homesick and a bit bored.  I’m trying to adjust to life here.

First, there is the challenge of establishing a rhythm of life.  I’ve been unemployed for less than 3 weeks, during which I got married, went on a honeyoon and moved, and already I feel very antsy and restless.  I’m trying to set up a rhythm of prayer, job searching, homemaking and just being that keeps me sane.

It is different only knowing 3 people here.  My husband, and my husband’s best friend and wife.  I need to make friends.  Really bad.  I think this is the biggest shock right now.

And then there is the business of finding a church and settling into it.  This part does not shock me as much, and I think it is because it was so hard the last time I did it, and I now know what to do and what to expect.

Then marriage.  We are SO different!  :)  I am also learning new things about my husband.  I will leave it at that.

The only way I can describe it all is to compare myself to a newborn baby.  Sometimes I seriously feel like a baby.  Learning to do basic things like get around, survive the cold, walk in the snow, drive in the snow, run errands, find my way through the streets.  Even activities like throwing out the trash, checking the mail and parking the car is different.  I feel really dependent on others too.  For directions, for learning my way around the apartment, for companionship.

The good thing is that I feel more dependent on God.  The image I keep getting is that I am just leaning into him in this season.  I feel a heightened awareness of his voice these days.