"The Secret to a Long Life is Knowing When it's Time to go..."

This  morning Kevin woke me up, excited, telling me about all of his ideas he has had to use his masters in Social Work.  He danced around the house, happy, saying that he could see himself doing new things- things that actually existed- a "job" that would use his gifts well.  I watched him dance and knew that he felt free- I knew that moving was the right decision- the next step.  Kevin had come back to life again- not that he was dead- but it was as if a new life had sprung inside of him.  Just in time for Easter.  He had so much hope that he could use his gifts  in a new way.  I knew it was time to go.

We went to church that morning, Palm Sunday, thinking it might be our last church attendance in Indy.  As we sang the songs, two of our friends walked in and noticed that we had both gotten hair cuts.  They pointed to our hair, smiling, and Kevin and I both became teary-eyed instantly.  We are going to miss everyone that we have connected with here.  Everyone that has helped us make this "home", and everyone that has loved us so well.

We always knew that hostel life was temporary.  We weren't sure how long we would stay in Indy, but we suspected that we would leave within the year.  We are leaving sooner than we thought.  It is good though- as Kevin likes to say, "we don't feel like we've stayed too long, and we don't feel like we're leaving too early."  We are moving back down South to be closer to our families and start something new.

For me, this means cooking still, in some shape or form, very possibly through transferring culinary schools.  For Kevin, it's looking like Social Work, or somehow connecting with people and being in relationship with them through whatever "job title" he chooses.  For both of us, we desire to be invested in and around people, in community and relationship.  Who knows what the future holds!  We just know that it is time for us to go.

Tonight Kevin and I talked about how glad we were that we moved here to work at the hostel.  We have gained so much from this experience, and hopefully have given so much as well.  I don't think I could ever return to the South with the appreciation I have now if I hadn't have left it for a while.  The adventure continues...

I debated on whether or not my blog would continue after this move, since the blog was very much based around the management of the hostel.  After some feedback and encouragement, I've decided to keep writing here, because I have realized that life is an adventure no matter where you are or what you are doing.  It's all about how you look at it.  Some peoples' lives look flashy and exciting as they travel around the world or have risky occupations; other people have ordinary jobs and choose to view each day as a wild adventure regardless of where they are or what they are doing.  Both circumstances are wonderful- either way it's all about perspective.  I am going to make that choice- my life is an adventure as long as I am open to change, willing to learn, and able to enjoy the ride along the way.  Here's to a new beginning somewhere new!