15 January 2009

Day 3

A plane crashed in the Hudson a few blocks from my couch. N and I raced to Riverside park to see the debris. I'm obviously still in tourist mode - like how I get excited when I see the Amish. Yep. I'm that girl.

I heard from 2 v. good friends tonight. Their calls helped to dissuade the panic that was rising. Really though, let's be honest. I'm bored. I need a job. I've sent out countless resumes but it's only been three days. I'm hoping NYC teaching fellows pulls through. I can at least survive on Starbucks/whatever I can get until then. Both G and J think I'll get it for sure.

KJ told me when her friends moved to the city the average crying jag was six months. yep. awesome. I'm excited.

We sang All in All last night at FG. I cried and cried thinking of SNLT and that horrible ref's uniform. East coast kids are not the same. They're out of control.

K called them mussels, meaning barnacles, which i took to mean out of control like... pirates?

I'm thankful for:
the c's. for their generosity in letting me stay with them. for their wonderful godly examples. for showing me that city living can work.

the met. the temple of dendur. being able to walk through the egyptian wing and think the israelites struggled here too.

others reaching out. i'm not myself here. talking to E and K tonight reminded me who i am. i don't know how to make the jump from holy shit, what the hell am i doing here to obviously i am comfortable in my own skin. please be my friend. J and L have been wonderful in forcing themselves into my life. even if we don't become friends, i'm so thankful for the christian community that thrives in this city. we really are all so alone here and that's what ties us together.

pray that:
god will open doors
god will give me patience and endurance to stay the course
i will find good, good friends of the E variety - or even just one


LO
VE.

M.

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