I have a flight in a little over six and a half hours back to Austin after spending nearly two weeks in Sacramento, probably the longest stretch of time I’ll spend back with my family for a while. I haven’t really been in California but for a few days here and there since the summer of 2004. I’ve spent the last two New Years in Austin and the last three summers in Dallas or Seattle. This point was brought home especially hard when I got to hang out with a group of guys I hadn’t seen in probably 4 years, despite them being some of my closest friends in High School, especially junior year.
For the past few years I’ve thought of Austin as home, but when asked for a permanent mailing address I’ve pretty unfailingly said Shelato Way in Carmichael, CA. My phone company and my airline still send all their junk mail here, as does UT when I do well enough in school. I’ve made my own financial decisions since leaving for college, but until now there was always a steady stream of funds flowing east into my account.
The training wheels are off now.
My family will be there for me, and I’ve been legally bound to any stupid decision I could make for over 4 years now, but there does seem to be something strangely final about this next flight to Texas. I have every reason to expect success, perhaps past the point of humility, and yet if there’s been one theme to my life of late it has been excessive worry.
“But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” Matthew 6:33-34. Oh, guess I should be packing then.