Moving Out, Moving On…
When I graduated from High School and moved out of my parents’ house, I never wanted to live in my home town again. The world was a big place and I wanted to see all of it. Within a year of graduation, I had visited at least 10 different states and spent six weeks in Nepal and India. During what would have been my sophomore year of college (2002-2003), I moved to Buenos Aires, Argentina with big dreams of being a super-missionary. My dreams slowly faded after months on a bad mattress, meager income, and, uh… reality. Being a missionary turned out to be harder than I thought it would be. I moved back to Texas by the end of 2003.
Since returning from Argentina, I have been pretty busy. In 2004-2005 I went to Bible School and loved it. I have been a painter, tire changer, tire salesman, head lawn mower, construction worker, electrical-mechanical assembler, cook, dishwasher, salesman, and, for three days, a carpet cleaner. I have volunteered my time working with the homeless in Houston and the youth at my church. I spent a year working full-time with the Bible School I attended. My life has definitely been less than traditional, but nowhere near as romantic as I thought it would be.
Well, yet again, change is coming… and it looks like like I’m going back to full-time missions. I have been at the same job, in the same location for three years now. I have lived in the same little house for two. If everything works out, I’ll be moving to Nicaragua by this fall. There are all sorts of details to work out and things to do, but I it seems to be coming together. Once I know details, I’ll let you know more.