So I've finally done it. I've moved to New York. I remember dreaming of living in New York when I was in college. I imagined the coffee shops I would go to, the street fairs I would shop at, and the parks I would read in. And now I am here. I moved up here yesterday and am almost done unpacking. I walked up to Redeemer Church offices today, near Herald Square and turned in my resume for a job. Actually, it's my dream job and I am shocked by my calm concerning this job. The Lord has given me faith to see that if I get it, it was His work. If I don't get it, it was His work. As I walked back to my apartment, I found myself thoroughly enjoying the walk along 36th, down Madison, further along 34th. The buildings rise up around you, tucking you in, each unique and telling a story. And finally I made it back to my apartment, checked my email, and crawled into bed for a midafternoon nap. Hard life, I know. But in all honesty, either it hasn't hit me that I live here, or for whatever reason, I feel really at home here in New York. Goodness, I am grateful to the Lord for His faithfulness!
I live near a long thin park called Parque Forestal. It's really quite a nice park and it has a long stretch of a lane for riding bikes or jogging. And since I have a fear of riding bikes in this city, I jog. It's really pleasent. I usually listen to radioDisney on my mp3 player and jog along to Jonas Brothers, Beyonce, or Julieta Venegas. Great stuff. Yesterday on my jog I noticed that the trees were beginning to change. Fall has finally arrived and I am glad for the change. But as I was jogging through the falling leaves, I began to think about how much I like fall. And I had this special moment when I realized that I want to be here in Santiago, jogging through this park for many falls to come. After the past few weeks of cultural adjustment being a little more painful than normal, this was a nice thought to have.
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