I spent most of the last two decades living in larger cities with at least a half hour commute to work in the morning. Part of the appeal of my current location was “no more driving” to get to work. I was excited about the 7-minute commute and it was a big selling point to taking the job, buying the house and settling into this community.
Why then, did I leave an extra half hour early this morning and travel several minutes out of our normal route? It was the first time I had ever done this… but it was fun. My son sat in the back seat, watching the cars out the window, commenting from time to time on whatever he saw and seemingly enjoying the Natalie Merchant song on the radio. Chillin’.
This 2 year old points out the sun every time it peeks through the clouds, as if it’s a welcome stranger come to visit. He was born in Arizona after all. The two of us enjoyed our artificially long commute this morning.
It’s curious that we did this on THIS morning, as we are one week away from discovering if I’m still employed. I have to wonder if my subconscious is voting for a move back to a metropolis. Preferably a sunny one, though I have no idea where that would be.
Of course, the sane thing is to hope my current position is funded and we can stay where we are, at least another year. But the daughter of the pioneers does get itchy feet and a longing for new adventures.
During this time of uncertainty and waiting, I am reminded of my heroes from the Old Testament and the long years they spent waiting for resolution to their problems and the fulfillment of their promises. David, chased by Saul, Abram and Sarai waiting for a child, Joseph falsely accused and imprisoned. By comparison, I’ve got it pretty good – and honestly, either way, I’m at peace with whatever happens.