The Beginning - September 1st

Traveling is weird. You go to some foreign place in some unfamiliar culture that inevitably makes you uncomfortable, but it's still fun because you can have an adventure, admire the experience, and then go home.

That's not what I'm doing. I'm moving to England, for good. Actually moving somewhere I'm not used to is a completely different beast, especially when I don't know a lot of people there. I'm absolutely fucking terrified. I have no idea what I'm doing at all.

I'm on the plane right now, on my way to LA, about to hang out with my good friend Sara for a few days before I launch into this new “adventure”. I know I can't just go home. I can't. I need to stay for at least six months. I need to find out if there's something God has for me. I need to know why I'm here.

“So why are you going to England, anyway?” This is a question I've been asked many times.

I could be here to find a wife, that's a possibility. I certainly feel free to do that, seeing as how I'm old and unmarried. I could be here to jump into my destiny somehow as a writer. That's something that God has certainly made very clear that I'm to pursue. But honestly, I don't really know. I'm going because I've wanted to go for years, and because God has opened the door wide open for me. Seeing my parents and my siblings off at the airport was a reminder of what I'm leaving behind, and even though I'm a thirty-year-old grown-ass man, I feel like not being around my immediate family is going to be difficult.

But I'm optimistic, too. God is good. He won't feed me to the wolves. He has a purpose behind all of this. I'm going to start out on an adventure, and then I'm going to carve out the countryside like a snowboarder on fresh powder. I will move up in business, I will write things that change the world, and I will meet timeless friends that will change me for the better.

I just haven't arrived yet.


Be praying for me, ya'll. I feel like I've jumped off the cliffside and now all I can do is hope the water is deep enough to catch me.


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