Finally, a moment to pause, breathe, sit, write.
The last few days have been a huge blur of unpacking gigantic brown cubes of corrugated cardboard secured by bands of long sticky lengths of tape. The floor plans of Home Depot and Bed Bath and Beyond have become familiar in just five days, such that I can walk into either store and find what I’m looking for within five minutes. Scary. And my feet, for the first time in who-knows-how-long, are begging for rest. In this season of moving and transition, I am so grateful that I have the capability to walk, to climb stairs, to lift boxes, to strain my muscles — it’s not fun, but I can’t imagine the frustrations I’d face if God didn’t equip me with the physical health to get me through.
This evening is the first time I’ve settled down at this desk without chaos around me. Finally, we have a couch out in the living room. Finally, our kitchen is unpacked and all the pots and pans have safely found their new cavernous homes in cupboards or on our newly-constructed shelf. Finally, I have reduced the mess in my bedroom to a livable standard that is bordering on neat. I like living in this space; I am grateful to have found not just an apartment — but a home — here in the City.
As for friends, I’ve been flitting about on mandatory breaks from moving. Since arriving here at the end of last week, I met up with eight friends from law school over the weekend, a dear friend from college, and new friends from the church I’ve been visiting. Then tomorrow I plan to have lunch with a former colleague and then have dinner with another new-ish friend who I met this year. I love being with these people, and I feel so blessed to have them here with me. The large network of close friends I have here certainly makes the city feel smaller and more like a home.
Still, I know that this busy schedule is more than just a happily cluttered calendar. I can be honest with myself — I’m darting around. I’m keeping myself occupied. I’m rushing from place to place, scheduling the minutes from waking until sleeping. And all of this — because I’m not at peace. Much as I look at my new apartment and its ambitious vibe as a neat and organized environment… much as I see familiar and well-loved faces… much as I construct list after list of must-dos, would-like-to-dos, and should-dos… I know I’m not really settled here. I may be settled on the outside, but I am hardly settled on the inside — not in all ways, at least.
I’d like to be 100 percent settled on the inside. That certainly would be nice. I’d like to have that feeling that I get when I go home to see my parents and visit SINE… or that feeling that I had in Hong Kong when I visited my brothers and my sister… or that feeling when I saw C in Cali for a week. During those times, it wasn’t the fact that I was on vacation that gave me rest. It was the assurance of complete and unconditional love that gave me rest in my heart, and hence rest in my being. In those environments, in those places, and around those people, I know I am completely and utterly surrounded by love. There’s nothing I have to do to earn that love; it’s mine for the receiving, and mine for giving. That’s a very freeing type of environment, and it frees me to just be.
But here — and everywhere apart from those places — I have this nasty habit of doing-doing-doing that starts to kick in. On one hand, of course, it makes me a successful professional and a dedicated friend — and it keeps my life moving and interesting. On the other hand, I know that I am driven to resort to that nasty habit because I feel like I need to earn my keep here. And even though I have friends whom I love and who love me here, it’s not the same. It’s not that deep and unconditional love (yet?), and that deprivation inspires the need to impress, to earn, to prove myself.
…I wonder what the next three months will bring. My life will change significantly again next week as I head into the workforce again and take on cases that promise to offer challenging issues and challenging hours. I keep remembering what Oldest Brother said to me in HK — he said that life in NY is an adventure that God will walk through with me. I agree, and certainly look forward to having God take my hand and guide me through each day’s joys and trials, unexpected bumps and mercies.
And gradually, I hope that my heart will settle down, and I hope that God and His love would become even more real to me here. I’m guessing that if I could just palpably sense His unconditional love for me, then that would be enough to calm me into contentment and a less frenetic pace. Maybe?
But… all in His good time. I’m sure He is teaching me, even here and now within my self-imposed express lane lifestyle.
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