More transition.

Home again,

Home again

Jiggety-jig.

After being away (for the most part) for 5 years, I'm excited to move back home to Saint Louis. It's where I've always wanted to end up and where I want to plant my roots. 

In all senses of the word, it is home. So, I'm packing up and leaving Dallas behind. 

I'm so thankful to have had this time here. The relationships that I've made and the growth that I've had, where all so necessary for my transition after college. I will always think of my Dallas family and remember the amazing, god-fearing people who have invited me to their tables and offered authentic community in a strange new city. 

I've come to the realization that there is nothing like community. 

And the sweetest gift to give and receive is ourselves. 

Our time, our presence, our words and our touch. 

No material possession can ever suffice to fill what authentic and true fellowship offers. 

I'm excited to build new relationships, create new authentic fellowship and contribute to a new faith community.

My first experiences back in the States...

The flight attendants to Atlanta from Dublin had southern accents, were loud, pushy and overly friendly. Its interesting to pick up on things that were always normal before and now seem so different.

Once I got to my gate in Atlanta to catch a flight to Saint Louis, I sat down and just soaked in my environment. Across from me was an elderly black man and his wife eating fried chicken out of a bag. Surrounding me were 5 TVs all tuned to different news stations blabbing on and on about whatever political scandal. I've always been fascinated with politics, mostly because I'm passionate about my country...But having not watched CNN or FOX for the past three months, I realized just how much of Washington consists of trivial matters (this is not to say that there are not important issues being addressed, but there is so much other crap).

Starbucks shaken iced green tea and lemonade was my first drink once I was in Atlanta and it tasted like summer. It was a good feeling when I stepped off the plane in Atlanta, I was definitely glad to be back in America.

This morning I woke up to breakfast in my own bed, thanks mom!