just a dot on the map

Lately I've become aware of something. I don't care where I live. Not that it doesn't matter where I am, but I can really be happy in any place whether it is a small town with one stop light and 110 degree summers or a city of 2 million that never sleeps and rains all the time. I'm easy to please. The only thing that really matters to me is the people. I will love my life anywhere in the world as long as I'm near people who know me. You can infer that I probably won't be moving across the country to Boston or Wyoming anytime soon. I guess by saying all this I'm really just asking for God to pick me up and dump me in the middle of a strange town away from friends, family, and everyone I've come to love, but really He's already done that sending me to grad school. And the cool thing is, I've come to love the people here too and therefore, where I am. There is this crazy bond between everyone in my program as we chase after our common goal and share things like Ultimate Frisbee, poker, and random movie nights.

Ok, now I think I'm just rambling on. To sum it up: I miss where I've been but I love where I am and only God know what the future holds. The end.