8.12.2015

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I’ve been in Austin for a year now. One year since I last saw my family and two since I’ve been home to Thailand. This past month has been one of deep reflection and complex emotions that until recently I’ve been unable to vocalize. Grateful for consistency, but terrified of complacency. Taking responsibility, but rejecting convention. Longing for companionship, but valuing independence. Content in Austin, but craving Asia. Cherishing the present, but torn between nostalgia and anticipation. I’m living in quiet desperation, but finding myself willing to embrace the routine as long as it’s moving me in the right direction. I’m restless, but learning to collapse into the arms of the one who gives true rest. I’m impatient, but hopeful for the unfolding story. So here’s to Austin, Year Two.