We went to San Diego for a few hours before making our way back to Phoenix.
Laying on sunny Ocean Beach, it hit me: California will soon be home, a reality that just keeps creeping up on me.
And it’s freaky how gradually God has been preparing me for the move. My decision to go to PSR feels like the road I’ve been on all along instead of some redirection I came upon.
I’m not worried about letting go anymore. It will still be hard and I will still be sad to leave my Phoenix life behind. But do you know what a relief it is to be able to look into what is coming and no longer be worried about it?
I don’t know what the final pieces were exactly, but I know whatever they were had everything to do with camping on a beach with my bud Natalie.