Ringing Out the Old Year

I rang in 2012 with Liz, running to the top of her apartment carpark to watch fireworks explode over the Dallas skyline.  A couple days later, as she drove me to the airport, I asked, "Would it be super weird for me to ask if I could move in with you this summer?"

In other words, 2012 was the year that I moved from Peoria to Dallas, quit my job as a children's librarian and started a Master's program in counseling, and swapped my parents for three housemates.  It's incredibly weird to think that within a year, I visited a place, applied to a school, moved across the country, and finished my first semester at a seminary.

I've made new friends.  I've joined a new church.  I've learned new things and had intense conversations about things like dispensationalism and premillenialism.

I love my new life in Dallas.  And I'm grateful that I've also maintained relationships in Peoria with friends who might as well be family.

A lot has changed in the last twelve months.  Like, a crazy lot.  So that's cool.