So you know that picture I posted at the end of my last post, as kind of a joke? The one that said “And then the plan went horribly awry”? This is where I explain how that joke isn't such a joke anymore.
One skill that all recent grads need to master is flexibility. As an experienced international traveler, I thought I dominated this. Yeah, I thought smugly to myself, I am SO flexible. Flexible like a rubber band, flexible like Mr. Fantastic, flexible enough to handle pretty much anything, because I’m a GROWN-UP now.
Hmm, maybe I was a bit prideful, too?
God has been teaching me that no matter how much I think I’ve developed a certain skill, I can always use more practice. Case in point: Playing musical-housing-situation in DC with scarce funds and limited mobility. It’s a really fun game. You should try it sometime. You get to meet interesting people (like strangers on the sidewalk who inform you that your chosen apartment is in a really unsafe neighborhood), sleep in unusual places (floors, futons and couches), and mooch off your friends (sorry guys, I’ll have my life figured out eventually). You learn to function on a bare minimum of sleep and an absolute max of stress, and you try to rationalize an hour-and-a-half commute to work.
Perhaps some background information would be helpful? I moved to DC. I stayed with some friends for a few days, then I lugged my bags 7 blocks away to my own, new apartment. Enjoyed about 2 days of feeling accomplished, then met multiple random strangers who told me I hadn’t chosen the safest neighborhood. Enter period of self-doubt and inner turmoil. Run frantically around the city like a naive little chicken with her head cut off searching for alternate housing. Put new roommate and landlord in a predicament because they *might* have to find a new tenant, but then again, they might not.
I told myself I would have a definite answer to my housing question by this weekend, but due to events beyond my control that isn’t possible. Maybe in another week?
This is the key phrase: due to events beyond my control. Recent grads will have to learn to make peace with this phrase. I cannot control all the variables that make up my life. And it is futile and frustrating to try. Maybe I should sit back and let Someone else take charge? Maybe I should pause to reconsider God’s sovereignty?
Maybe I should count my blessings, instead of my woes. I have a friend in a much more terrible housing situation than I. One of my buddies has an even longer commute to work than mine. I pass people in the street everyday who don’t have a place to live, who don’t have a family supporting their every step, who have much less hope.
Despite my uncertainties, I know I’m taken care of. When it rains – literally or metaphorically – at least I have a roof over my head. Even if I haven't officially signed the lease on it yet. (And even if the AC unit leaks water into the house when it rains, as I discovered a few minutes ago.)