60 Sweaty Hours

Last weekend's project: Move furniture into college apartment.

Task: Hauling my furniture from Nashville, help Lara move her furniture from old apartment to new apartment, and assembling apartment so it actually looks like an apartment.

People: Lara, Mrs. Jane (her mom), Dad, Uncle Charlie, Aunt Mary, and me

Time: 12 hours driving to Waco, 60 hours moving and unpacking, 12 hours driving back to Nashville

Other Items: Show the aunt and uncle Baylor, stop by Campus Visits, eat lunch with TK, and kidnap some guys to help move furniture

Results: The apartment is all set up.

Well, when I say set up, I mean I have furniture and there aren't boxes lying around making it a cardboard jungle. I still have pictures to hang up and other little decorations to put in different places, but I'll wait until I'm back in a few weeks.

Summer in Nashville is rapidly coming to a close. I have three weeks left, one of them being spent at camp. I've been getting a lot of questions lately about missing Nashville, missing "home", but Nashville doesn't feel like home anymore. It's where I grew up, where I went to high school, where my dad lives, where the church that taught me to be a woman of the Lord is, where I met great friends, and have tons of memories, but it's not home. Home is Waco. Home is Baylor. I still have amazing friends that I am able to see and spend time with family, but after being gone for two years, everything has changed, including myself.

Since being back in Nashville, I have only wanted to go back to Waco. The 60 hours that was spent was not even close to enough. I just wanted to stay. Well, that, obviously, didn't happen. Here I am in Nashville, counting down the days. Until my drive back, I want to spend my time with close friends and family, working at church, and making memories with my not-so-little-anymore youth girls.

Sounds like a plan.

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven...
Ecc. 3:1