I miss SLO and the Central Coast so much. My heart is definitely at home there. Yes, I miss Cal Poly too and the occupation of student with more exultant ups than weary downs. When I first moved to Orange County, my mood was often relatively dour, which state of mind has changed in the past few weeks. The change can primarily be attributed to the Lord's grace in answering my prayers and the prayers of friends and family that I would be at peace and would be fulfilled in the Lord during this season. It was also helpful to allow myself to mourn the end of my season in SLO and in college. Though I dearly hope to return to the Central Coast one day (and must stop myself from scheming to make it happen), I am beginning to think that this won't happen in the near future. Orange County is definitely "not me," but the Lord has me here for a reason. More on this later...
Oh, and this cogitation made me happy: If seasons represent maturity, then Autumn is thirty in Paris.
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