Meet me in Two and a Half Years?

Many of you will have heard me say something about Grand Rapids, Michigan. For those of you who haven't, I want to be there. At first I didn't know why, but I've received some clarity about it.

It's almost been a year since the idea started forming in the back of my mind. A few months ago it felt as though G-d were saying "there's a piece of you over there. I put it there before I made the things you see. Go find it." But of course, I second guess it.

What awaits me there? I'm not sure. It may have something to do with G-d building me up - or more likely tearing me down. Will I find community there that feels like home, will it be another high school experience? Will there be love, or will there be loneliness? Will I have to grieve the loss of a grandparent while overseas? What happens if I am asked to live there? What if there's nothing there at all and it is just a deviation on a long, ninety-year walk?

I can't say for sure.

Now, if I finish my degree and go on to study and complete a masters in that town, that's still around two and half years away.

I wonder. Will my interest wane over that time? Will this intense longing feeling start to ebb?

I feel like a little girl leaving her first love. My parents are moving cities and I may never see that first boy again.

Meet me in two and a half years in Grand Rapids, Michigan?

Will I remember, will you remember me?

Or will it be one of those moments, "huh.. old story, I used to crush on you real bad, when I was a kid"