The one where waiting SUCKS

No, I'm not waiting for a man. I'm waiting for a country. XD

Sigh, insert overly dramatic introduction here. So, you were born into a wonderful family, as an American citizen, and learned that Jesus loved you since the womb? Oh BOO YOU, your life is so awful!

Yes, I know I am really really REALLY blessed. But that doesn't make the waiting any easier. Also I am hopelessly impatient and impulsive. That doesn't help things much.

So here's my boring little backstory. Ever since about 7th grade I knew I wanted to be an elementary teacher. Flash forward about 10 years and I am one. For the cutest and sweetest children, and it's the most fun yet most difficult way to make a living. And by "a living" I mean I barely get paid, but hey I live at home so, I can still fund my addiction to coffee and shoes. Who could ask for more?

I could. Oh, yes I could. In the face of the beautiful friendships that feel like family, and the myriad of opportunities coming my way... I could ask for more. Because even though these very things should be like anchors keeping me here, I only feel the call to GO getting stronger. Every. Single. Day.

If you're a complete and total stranger, I should probably tell you that the place I so desperately want to go is ITALY. Let's just take a moment of silence here for the beauty that oozes from every pore of that blessed country......................

Now wake up and laugh at my naiveté. I lived in Italy for 3 months in 2013 as an au pair. Cool. Great. Nice. Came home and my sister got married, and life went on as usual.

Then I spent a month in Rome in the summer of 2017 (I can't believe it was that long ago already!), and I was hooked. Ready to quit the job I loved. Ready to pretend I could be an adult and do all the adult things, and move across the world and start my life in Italy. Ha!

While I still have a bunch of things to learn as a grown-a woman... I still think this Italy thing is possible. With a bunch of planning and God's sweet providence, I can teach English there, rent an apartment, and finally put to rest my Restless Travel Syndrome. I can finally be in the place where I work to live, not live to work. In the place where life is savored, not hurried. Where the language is REALLY FREAKEN PRETTY and the food is so good that you'll never want to come home. Not to mention being with mia famiglia!

So, why did I write this blog post again? Well, because I'm an idiot, and waiting is hard. I'm not putting myself down or anything-- until I reach glory I will always be somewhat of an idiot. Always needing to remind myself to enjoy what I have right NOW. To remember that the grass isn't greener on the other side... it's just a different shade of green. That living life with God is more beautiful than any adventure, even my Italian one. And though it's hard, I still have to exist for a while longer in this intersection of: "Don't cling to your dreams too tightly... but don't let ANYTHING cause you to give up on those dreams, either."

Dear reader, please pray for my pathetic soul ;)
Arrivederci!