In exactly two weeks my husband, dog, and I will pack all that we own in the back of... well, we haven't figured that out yet, but in the back of something large and move out of Tallahassee. As of today, we don't know where exactly we are moving. Our goal is Orlando, Florida. We love Orlando. It's two and a half hours away from our parents, still in a big city, and diverse. Quite the opposite of Tallahassee. Tallahassee is... weird. It is a small, college town, but also a multi-cultural melting pot. It is political and country. It is beautiful and awkward. It is NOT OUR FUTURE. And we want out.
So... without jobs, without any friends in the new city, without a lease signed. We are moving. I mean definitely moving. We have given sixty days notice at our apartment. Our lease is up on March 31st. We have given notice to our jobs. Our last day is, February 28th. Our replacements have been hired. We are definitely moving. And I am absolutely... terrified! NO, people who step out on faith aren't terrified. So with that said, I am faithful.
And really what is the word faith all about? The dictionary states that faith is belief that is not based on proof. I guess that is accurate. I have no proof that any of this will work out, but I believe it will. Or what about what the Bible says about faith. Hebrews 11:1 states, "Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen".
Here is what I hope for: a fulfulling job in my field of study that also will pay a decent beginning wage. A fulfilling job for my husband that he likes in a field that will complement his studies. A decent apartment, dog friends for my weiner, a college for my husband to complete his degree, and more than anything contentment. With all that said, that is not my greatest hope. Although it sounds cliche' here is what I hope... I hope there will always be four feet and four paws side by side, because where we all are is always home.
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