Have you ever been on a long journey?
Or even read a series of books or watched a movie and felt like you were taken to a new place and brought back to reality at the end?
Today feels a lot like that for me. Today, I move out of where I have called home for the last three weeks.
An unconventional home, but a home nonetheless. I’ve been living on the floor of my office since I moved here to Austin. Almost everyone felt bad for me and was constantly asking if I was okay. If I needed anything or wanted to sleep on their couch instead.
I politely declined and explained that I was okay – that I’d tough it out.
However, 100% honesty would not have said I was fine. I’ve been anything but fine – I’ve been absolutely loving it! People would think I’m crazy but I love being in the heart of the city with almost nothing. I start every day in the office that I’m going to be working at, I have limited cooking options, all of my clothes fit into a small crate.
A lot of people thought that it might be hard for me to separate work and home, but it really hasn’t. I work until I feel like I’m at a good stopping point and I put away my laptop for the night. It’s not that hard. Of course I’ve had a few nights that I’ve stayed working until 8-9 pm, but I honestly don’t think it would be any different if I didn’t live here. It was work that I needed to get done so I got it done.
Tonight I move out and I am genuinely sad and upset. I’m excited about where I’m going to live, to be in a house with other Christian guys, something I’ve been craving for a while. It just annoys me that I can’t continue what I’m doing.
I’ve gotten into such a good rhythm and discipline each morning living by myself and now I’ll have to figure out a new one.
In other words, I’ve been able to be completely selfish for the last three weeks and now I’ll have to occasionally think about other people…
The move will be good for me, I’m sure of it, but a part of me will be very sad to leave what I’ve come to know as home.