Change

Well, I suppose I may have to change the name of my blog. I'm moving to Florida in two weeks, dang son, that still sounds so crazy to me. I feel confident that it's the right move for me ahorita, but the weight on my heart continues to grow. I love Philly. I will be back, this is where I want to raise a family some day and start a fair trade coffee non-profit cafe, book shop, job readiness program and social advocacy center. I just don't understand God's plans sometimes, but I'm trying to walk in them. God dropped an amazing opportunity into my lap and I feel confident that I'm to pursue it. I'll be working for a mission's organization doing research project management and statistical analysis. I'll be traveling a lot as well. In October, I'm already scheduled to go to Nigeria, India and Dallas. I really miss doing math and I've always wanted to travel on someone else's dime. I just told Booboo yesterday that I was leaving. We sat on the front porch and looked at the U.S. map and where I'd be moving too and then the World map to see some of the places I'd be going to. This is all so crazy. I feel so overwhelmed already by the people he's brought me to in Florida, this job and just how quickly things have happened. I worried that I was running from pain or problems here in Philly, but I honestly don't believe that's the case. I've prayed a lot and if that is the case, then God will have his will accomplished no matter what. I don't feel completely qualified for this job, but I feel like I was called and prepared for it and I'm excited to work hard. Yesterday was the MegaBlock Party and it was a great venue to say goodbye to people and just enjoy West Philly. God, I love this place. I want to live here so badly, but I need some space and some healing.