I finished DC in a flurry of activity, including natural disasters, unsaid goodbyes, and a realization of the value of some of the relationships I made.
My last month we had a hurricane, which passed by DC without causing much more then a bit of flooding and knocking out our electricity. I had a mini beach getaway to Virginia Beach where I read a fantastic novel as I soaked up some sun… during an earthquake. (It felt as if a large man was stomping next to me, which I was curious about but didn’t care enough to look up) It wasn’t until later that we overhead some other sunbathers talking about the “earthquake”.
I ended the summer in anticipation of the next chapter of my life. I felt as if, in my transitory lifestyle, I have really been standing still. It is a strong temptation to invest cautiously into what I know will be temporary. While I loved many of the organizations I worked with and the people I met, in the back of my mind I knew constantly that this may be my last sight of them, each time I went there. I became convicted throughout the summer that in order for me to truly move forward, I must develop and invest in a place for an extended period of time, not a week here and there.
I left DC August 29th. I said good-bye to some great friends, prayed for the city I grew to care for, and left for a great unknown that awaited me for when I returned to Minnesota.
