Movement seems to be the theme of my life right now. In the past few weeks I've said goodbye to a good friend, went to Chicago twice, and moved back home to my parents house. My brother now resides in my old room and I know live in the library room and sleep on the floor (see top picture). I had forgotten how mixed my feelings were about this town. I despise this place in a way that only a person that has lived here can. But in the same token I have always felt a gravitational pull towards this place and felt an appreciation for the beauty that comes with the freedom of living in a small town. Though I miss living with the guys in Peoria I love the quiet that my parents house allows. I can think and be still. My thoughts feel more collected and coherent when I'm here. When I'm alone in this house is when I feel the Lord. I feel like in Peoria I had neglected Him. I feel at peace.
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