I'm feeling full. And not in the belly-busting-big-meal kind of way. These past two days have seen more activity than my whole summer up until now (a day trip to Duluth, dinner with Kooistras, an impromptu job interview etc. etc. etc.)
But it isn't just activity.
I'm full of anticipation for a job...for a home...for roots in this place
I'm full of anxiety over troubled circumstances...questions of faith...an uncertain future
I'm full of joy for new friendships...simple surprises (such as beans on toast)
with plenty to think about
and so little to say