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Apr. 29th, 2012 02:10 pmAfter a conversation with the roommie a little while ago, this part of Jane Eyre came to mind.
"Pity!" he said, and sighed and paused. "It is always the way of
events in this life," he continued presently: "no sooner have you
got settled in a pleasant resting-place, than a voice calls out to
you to rise and move on, for the hour of repose is expired."
"Must I move on, sir?" I asked. "Must I leave Thornfield?"
"I believe you must, Jane. I am sorry, Janet, but I believe indeed
you must."
This was a blow: but I did not let it prostrate me.
"Well, sir, I shall be ready when the order to march comes."
"It is come now--I must give it to-night."
Of course, the roommie is no Rochester, as I am no Jane, but the situation involves change. She is looking for another job, and it may not be here in town. As a result, I will most likely have to move. If I'm fortunate, I might find someone else to live here. Didn't think of that option until about 30 seconds ago. I like it here, though it's not exactly central to work or church or friends. I've always known in the back of my mind this house wasn't permanent, but I thought it would last more than a year. As it is, I have no job prospects after June 8th. That is mostly my own fault, as I've depended on subbing all year. I don't have the income to qualify for my own apartment, though I'm sure I can find some sort of roommate situation. But, roommates are tricky things, and I don't know of anyone at this moment who needs a roommate AND who I'd click with.
God has carried me through this year, and things certainly aren't bleak. I don't have to have a new career at this moment; I'll settle for anything that pays the bills. Just...I hate change. I don't want to leave AZ, I don't want to start over making new friends, and I don't want to leave my church.
I hate the unknown, and yet it's necessary. I must let go of control and trust God to keep providing for me and showing me the next step.
"Pity!" he said, and sighed and paused. "It is always the way of
events in this life," he continued presently: "no sooner have you
got settled in a pleasant resting-place, than a voice calls out to
you to rise and move on, for the hour of repose is expired."
"Must I move on, sir?" I asked. "Must I leave Thornfield?"
"I believe you must, Jane. I am sorry, Janet, but I believe indeed
you must."
This was a blow: but I did not let it prostrate me.
"Well, sir, I shall be ready when the order to march comes."
"It is come now--I must give it to-night."
Of course, the roommie is no Rochester, as I am no Jane, but the situation involves change. She is looking for another job, and it may not be here in town. As a result, I will most likely have to move. If I'm fortunate, I might find someone else to live here. Didn't think of that option until about 30 seconds ago. I like it here, though it's not exactly central to work or church or friends. I've always known in the back of my mind this house wasn't permanent, but I thought it would last more than a year. As it is, I have no job prospects after June 8th. That is mostly my own fault, as I've depended on subbing all year. I don't have the income to qualify for my own apartment, though I'm sure I can find some sort of roommate situation. But, roommates are tricky things, and I don't know of anyone at this moment who needs a roommate AND who I'd click with.
God has carried me through this year, and things certainly aren't bleak. I don't have to have a new career at this moment; I'll settle for anything that pays the bills. Just...I hate change. I don't want to leave AZ, I don't want to start over making new friends, and I don't want to leave my church.
I hate the unknown, and yet it's necessary. I must let go of control and trust God to keep providing for me and showing me the next step.
