…Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul. “
-Longfellow, A Psalm of Life
So I decided to go back to grad school.
That’s only tertiary to this story.
That was the main reason I found myself packing up my apartment. I started packing on a Monday. On Tuesday I put the major stuff into a moving van.
On Wednesday I left right after work to drive it across the state to put it into storage. Between the drive (moving vans definitely aren’t performance vehicles) and unpacking, I was in bed by midnight. That gave me three hours of sleep before I caught a ride to the airport.
An hour on the plane and two hours on the bus and a ride from a co-worker put me in the office only an hour late for work.
On Thursday I despaired.
On Friday a friend helped me pack up the rest of the apartment. Without her help it would have been impossible. Remember that, and be nice to your friends. With only a couple hours of sleep, we were there to turn in the keys when the office opened.
On Saturday, it was a three hour drive to a good friend’s wedding. We showed up just in time. By that I mean we were 20 minutes late, but since the bridal procession takes awhile, we snuck in before the first reading.
We jumped out of the reception after a couple hours to make the 7 hour drive to my hometown.
I left Sunday morning after unloading my car, heading for Canada.
The rest of the week I was up helping out at a youth camp.
Immediately after the closing Mass on Friday, I headed for the border, getting there shortly before it closed.
Another three hours of sleep, and I was on a flight to San Diego where we hoped a friend of a friend that I had never met would pick me up to give me a lift to Tijuana.
The following Tuesday night, I got back from Mexico, and had 18 hours to repack my car and head to Colorado.
I arrived yesterday.
All this to say: The Lord takes care of His own. I couldn’t do all of this if it weren’t for that.
Details to come.
