Transition

The space in between. The movement from one state to another. The change from defense to offense...or offense to defense.

And that's where I am...again.

A dear friend asked how I was doing lately. She said I hadn't written a blog post in a while. It's true. I haven't wanted to write a post because I must acknowledge the changing state, but I know at some point I must.

It's spring break, the 3 weeks between one school year and the next. Teachers and staff get switched around and relocated. Sometimes it's a good thing--disagreeable teachers get moved to other schools. Sometimes it's a bad thing--likable teachers get moved to other schools.

Like last year, I'll lose a few friends, a few English speakers, to the move, the transition. I'm losing the basketball coach, the only person who has ever invited me to grab dinner after work. I'm losing the village bacon teacher's wife, the only person who has ever been to LA and could chat with me for hours if we had time.

Perhaps the worst part of the transition this year is knowing my boss is leaving me. He got transferred to a different department, so he'll be moving across the street on Friday. He and his family have become my second family over the past 20 months. No doubt we'll still have dinners and movie nights after his transfer, but it won't be the same not having him sit across from me every day showing me Youtube videos and asking me how to pronounce things. He's a good boss and I'm thankful.

I'm preparing for transition now too. Where life will head next. Post-village life. Post-Japan. And God and I have wrestled and we're still wrestling. But in this season of pre-transition, I'll thank God for where I've been and how He's blessed me and I'll thank God for where I'm going and how He'll bless me still.