A Tale of Two Cities

I have been freaking out the last few days. Ok, maybe more than a few days. The short version of the story is that I applied for a job in Phoenix a few weeks ago, and made it through the final round of interviewing, and will be flying to Phoenix tomorrow to do my final interview. All of this has made me realize how amazingly blessed I am here in San Antonio, and how much I don't want to leave. It has also made me realize how much I want this job. I have prayed and fasted about this, and I still have no idea what I should do. That could be becuase I don't actually have a decision to make, since I don't have the job yet, and might not even get it. But I just keep wondering if I really can leave here. From the first day I drove my U-Haul into town, San Antonio has felt like home. I've had my ups and downs, but over all, this past year has been one of the happiest of my whole life. I have met some of the greatest people, and had some of the greatest experiences. But I can't help but wonder if this was just a temporary resting place, a place to learn and grow, but not to actually land. It kills me to think of leaving the people, the parties, the Riverwalk and the Alamo, and the BBQ! This has also made me realize how lucky I am to have the amazing people in my life that I am blessed with. My dad called today and offered to drive 34 hours in a truck with no AC to move me, so I wouldn't have to spend the money on a U-Haul. My amazing roommates have watched my try on twenty different outfits to help me decide what to wear for my interview, and watched my presentation to give me pointers. My co workers have made it very clear how much I would be missed at the campus, but have given me their unwavering support. All of this is making it very hard for me to leave!! But I know, in the end, that things happen for a reason, and that no matter what happens, I will be just fine.