Well, part of my life is behind me now. I have left Hattiesburg and my church in Poplarville. I was at Oak Hill for three and a half years. I really only expected it to last for two years. When I first went to that church I expected to graduate on time and then attend Southwestern Seminary in Texas. However, I added another year to my college time and I changed my direction totally.

The goodbye was not hard. I don't think I ever quite made the attachments that I expected I would. Also I just think God prepared me well for the move and change. I don't put down roots too well anymore, so I guess that's a part of it, as well.

So now I call my residence Butler, Alabama. Well, I already had it as my legal residence, but I didn't claim it as anything more than that and the place where my parents live. Now it is where I live.



So, now I live here in Butler, the town I never wanted to live in after spending one short summer here... What joy.

So now the search for a job continues, the search for direction with schooling continues. Basically everything I was doing before continues except that I am now fully unemployed and no longer have bills. Or high-speed internet. Or internet on my computer at all.

Tomorrow we depart for the southernmost Carolina where we will spend Christmas with the grandmothers (and the Beccasister) and all that like we do each year.

Saturday morning I will depart from there, with map and directions in hand, and head up north to Blairsville, GA to visit the Mike named Roderick. His directions are a bit confusing, though I have condensed them down (sorry Mike!) and I may have an alternate rout to the ones he gave me (Mike, if you know any reason why I should not go straight up Highway 129 from Athens please e-mail me and tell me) that I may take, and perhaps it will be less confusing for him the next time he comes down to Augusta.

Anyway, I will be staying with him Saturday night and then sometime Sunday I will trek over towards Clayton, GA where my family has rented a house for two nights. Then it will be back to Butler.

Of course, at the end of Jan I have two tickets. One is to see Britten's War Requiem in Nashville, with Don Frazure singing the tenor part. The Mike that is named Roderick and the Mike that is named Springstead and the Beccasister will all be coming with me on that adventure (or, more likely the Mike of Springstead will come with me and the other two will come with each other and we will meet up that way). And then the week following that I have a ticket to see Straus' Die Fledermaus in Augusta (I almost bought a seat next to the Beccasister and the Grandmother of Timmerman, but I decided to save the $10 extra and get a seat in the balcony, a seat that I really like better than the one I would have had next to them). After that I should settle down for a while and look for a job.

There is the possibility of doing some music work in a church here, as long as they understand that I do not intend to stick around long, and will be out of this one-horse town as soon as I find a route to take.
- posted by Nick @ 12/22/2003 11:56:00 PM | 0 comments