Last week we left South Bend. We packed up the car and drove away in the early morning, familiar sights getting smaller in the rearview. We had each come to this place years ago separately and for our own reasons but last week we left together. We drove home to Texas to spend time with loved ones and relax a little, our own brief island of calm between packing up the house and unpacking it again an ocean away.
Today we fly out of the country to embark on our new adventure. Moving to Egypt. I hear it’s hot. Thousands of miles from loved ones, far away from the comforts and community we’ve enjoyed, we will be starting over. It will just be the two of us for a little while and in a few months, three. We will be confused and overwhelmed, we will feel awkward and out of place. But after a while, I hope we will find our way. Right now though, as we’re zipping up the last of our bags and getting ready to leave for the airport, I have to sit down and confess to you that I’m a little nervous.
When I step on that plane in a few hours, or maybe when I step off of it, I expect to feel closure, and an opening. I imagine my life like a book and a giant page is turning today. We leave behind Chapter Two, in which our heroine discovers the world, meets exciting people, finds God, and with a satisfied nod, settles down to be a grown-up (or so she thinks!)
And so begins Chapter Three, in which our heroine embarks on a journey spanning continents to begin a new and untested phase of her life. Little does she know…