Today marked the first time I have ever done well in an interview. So maybe the tides are changing.
Found out that Demi Lovato also has some social anxiety issues. Obviously we're meant to be best friends.
Heading towards a path of permanence, of settling. And I know it's for the best, but I will honestly miss this nomadic lifestyle. Part of me feels like I could hop from place to place every month or so forever. It speaks to a part of me that I've never got to indulge in, being stuck in Southern suburbia for way too long when I was in those antsy and angsty teenage years
One day I'll travel all around with my wit, creativity, and camera. Most importantly, with my faith. And it'll be awesome. I can wait. If God has taught me anything in this past year specifically, it's patience. I can sit here, knowing that not everything isn't quite how I'd like it at the moment, but certain that great things are coming. There are certain things I am so sure of in my gut (I won't divulge - eventually you'll know when they happen), and I'm content (mostly - I'm not perfect) to wait on the Lord for them.
I'm not without my lofty dreams still. There's something in particular I would so love do, that speaks to so many of my desires, and it's such a long shot that I definitely won't be distraught if it doesn't happen, but it doesn't stop me from praying for it daily. Because I can at least ask - puts me in a better position than not asking. I know God can make it happen if it's in His will for me. And if it's not in His will for me, then I'm totally fine with that, because He knows best. I trust that. That's something else He's been teaching me this past year - what it truly means to trust in Him.
So this hotel room - I'll miss it. There's nothing like a hotel bed or watching sitcoms on couch. And the loud hum (so loud that it actually can't really be considered a hum) of the flighty air conditioning. I really do love it. Like I said in a previous post, I will hotel hop someday. After I travel with my camera, but before I take a year living on the beach in a tent amongst a surf community (that's for a different post).
Yep, it's the good life. It's the suite life. I've used that terrible pun twice on this blog now.