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A recent article in Relevant Magazine inspired me to write my own rules for moving to a new place. Here's what I came up with... 1. Realize it's OK to miss how things used to be. When you move you leave behind a whole life. This is includes your friends, church, work, home and environment. Moving demands leaving these behind, or at least, at a distance. Thing's aren't going to be how they always were and it's OK to grieve that. Remember how it was in "the good old days," realizing there are plenty of good times to come. Be thankful for what has been and open to what will be. 2. Be outgoing. Explore, taste, do, engage, be made uncomfortable. It's the only way to introduce yourself to a new city. Making new friends requires getting out of your comfort zone. See what the city has to offer. Sometimes the natives don't even know what is unique and beautiful about their own hometown. Show them. 3. Start fresh.  Whatever happened before is

my neighborhood Originally, when I thought about getting to school two week early, I thought it was a mistake. Turns out it was a great idea. Since I arrived in DC a week ago I have gotten to explore the city, learn the layout of my neighborhood, and organize my life before everyone else gets here. It also gave me the opportunity to meet a bunch of Wesley students and hear about the classes I'm taking this fall. DC is wonderful. I think when the temperature drops below 95 I'll be in heaven... There is SO much to do here! This week is restaurant week, which means there are all kinds of special deals at fancy restaurants. Exotic food trucks line the street selling everything from Korean tacos to Red Velvet cupcakes (both real trucks I've seen). Yesterday my friend (and fellow seminarian) Laura and I ate at place called "We the Pizza" on capital hill. It is definitely in my top five all time favorite pizza places.  This past week I have a done a pretty go

Wow... Lately I feel like that shot in a movie, where the camera spins around a stationary —and progressively more exhausted— person with changing scenery behind them, used to show the passing of time. The past few weeks have been a blur. It all began with resigning from work and visiting my dad. Immediately after that,  Marie and June came into town and we spent what felt like a month running all over Florida. After June left, I had half a day to pack for seminary!  The next day my mom and I packed up the car, and now here I am in Washington, DC. My time here has been good so far. Yesterday I met a few people and unpacked my room. Today my mom and I went to the Holocaust Museum; where after four hours we still didn't see all the exhibits. Tonight we met up with some current and graduated Wesley students; many of whom live, or have lived, in the intentional community here. Did I mention I'm living in an intentional community? Well yes, part of the campus housing here is an