I’m at my grandparents’. I was headed out yesterday to visit Vince and say goodbye before he flew off to Bolivia, but my car broke down near Bottom’s Bridge in New Kent County. I think I blew the engine. I’m not sure what is going to happen, but it is nice being here. I’ve had some time to reflect and think.
Soon I will be 24-years-old. I am not married, but I’ve found a potential girl. I’ll soon have a Master’s Degree, and I need to start working. I have an interview Monday at a place called Acoustic Works.
I’ve watched some old home videos since I arrived here yesterday. My grandpa always had the latest video camera in his hands while I was growing up. How amazing to see me as a little boy back in 1987! God is teaching me something. I long for the life of pure love and innocence. Oh, to be a child again.
I’ve come a long way. High school, college, graduate school, all all the different churches that came with those places. All the different friends. Some now lost forever.
And all the different girls.
Cincinatti, Winston-Salem, Metuchen.
All the places I’ve walked.
I’m no longer a student, and that is all my memory has known.
So fix me God. Prepare me for the next wave. Send to the place you have prepared for me.