Home Sweet Home
Home.
There's nothing quite like one. And while every home is a house, not every
house is a home.
For those of you who do not follow my life so intently (which is probably a good thing, we all have our own stuff to keep track of), I recently graduated from Mount St. Mary's University as a BA (Bachelor of Arts but yes I like to believe I am the other BA too) and in a few short hours I will be embarking on yet another journey. This time, instead of traveling across the pond to spend ten weeks studying abroad in Ireland, I will be packing up everything I own (or whatever will fit) and moving to the land of lobsters and Red Sox. I will be joining the PACT (Providence Alliance for Catholic Teachers) program where I will be working towards a free Masters of Education at Providence College while teaching for two years at Bishop Feehan High School as a Religion teacher and living in community with other teachers in Attleboro, Massachusetts.
For those of you who do not follow my life so intently (which is probably a good thing, we all have our own stuff to keep track of), I recently graduated from Mount St. Mary's University as a BA (Bachelor of Arts but yes I like to believe I am the other BA too) and in a few short hours I will be embarking on yet another journey. This time, instead of traveling across the pond to spend ten weeks studying abroad in Ireland, I will be packing up everything I own (or whatever will fit) and moving to the land of lobsters and Red Sox. I will be joining the PACT (Providence Alliance for Catholic Teachers) program where I will be working towards a free Masters of Education at Providence College while teaching for two years at Bishop Feehan High School as a Religion teacher and living in community with other teachers in Attleboro, Massachusetts.
Between the "I
can't waittttt!" And the "oh s***t what did I sign myself up for yet
again" moments, I find myself thinking, "this is where God wants
me"
Dorothy said it well
when she said "there's no place like home" and there certainly isn't.
No place where you can handpick your crabs and drink an ice cold Natty Boh and
like it. No place where you can get
cheap Student Friday tickets to watch the O’s lose yet another game in the last
inning. No place where you can drive from the Eastern Shore beaches to the city
to forests to cow farms and fields to mountains all in one state (that’s
Maryland for ya!). And no place where I can find the love and support of my
awesome family and friends.
And while there's no
place like your actual home, certain places can come quite close. The Mount
became a home for me those four years I spent there and even today. 100
Killester Ave Dublin 5, Ireland became a home for me. And hopefully Providence
will as well.
Having all these new homes
is all part of the adventure. New city, new people, new cultures, new
experiences! What’s not to love!
Admittedly, it is a
little overwhelming and draining…not having a permanent “settlement” for more
than 3 months at a time over the last 4 years or so…having to move once again
and start over. It is actually a little daunting and nerve-wracking. I am
reminded of my first semester freshman year of college (although there is no
Mountward Bound pre-orientation service trip this time to usher me in). It’s
that feeling of fear of the unknown. No idea what to expect – Who will my new community members be? Will
they like me? Will I fail? Will I live up to others’ expectations of me?
No one
said it would be easy - a two year Masters of Education program while full time
teaching and living in community with 6 others isn't easy.
No one said it wouldn't take effort - being 7 hours and 5 states away from my family, friends, not to mention the man I love.
No one said it wouldn't take courage and trust - trust on God’s plan, that He will be there to support and guide me.
No one said it wouldn't take effort - being 7 hours and 5 states away from my family, friends, not to mention the man I love.
No one said it wouldn't take courage and trust - trust on God’s plan, that He will be there to support and guide me.
As I get ready to
embark on this next journey, I am reminded of a prayer of St. Patrick:
Christ be
with me, Christ within me,
Christ
behind me, Christ before me,
Christ
beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to
comfort and restore me.
Christ
beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ in
quiet, Christ in danger,
Christ in
hearts of all that love me,
Christ in
mouth of friend and stranger.
No matter what new city
I move to or what new situation I am placed in, God goes before me and is with
me every step of the way. As a friend so kindly reminded me, even though I am
leaving all that is familiar behind me and entering a completely new path, the
one constant thing that always remains is our faith. God is the foundation on
which everything else can and will be built. It is our solid ground in which we
begin everything else.
In a few short hours I will be turning moving
into my apartment for the summer and will attend an orientation and welcoming
ceremony. Some of you may be encountering new beginnings as well, whether it is
a new job, new house, new college or grad program, new vacation spot (you must
be so overwhelmed…..). In the midst of all
this newness and unknown, it is important to remember now and always that we
will never walk alone. Christ be with me, Christ within me, Christ
behind me, Christ before me.
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