When I was a little girl, I always loved overnight snowstorms—the kind that start right as you are climbing into bed and it’s just a bit too dark to really make out the flakes falling from the sky. I loved the anticipation of waking up the next day and pulling up the blinds to an entirely new world. The magic still hasn’t worn off, and we had just that kind of snow last night. Maybe the magic is also that we are in North Carolina—somewhere I never expected to get six inches of snow and days where the city entirely shuts down. Duke is closed for the day, so we are fully embracing this snow day with fuzzy socks, a pile of blankets, and lots of coffee.
Growing into adult life feels a bit bumpy at times, and I often feel like grown-up life is forced upon me, especially in the form of bills and grocery lists and my least favorite: empty gas tanks. I drive until the gas light comes on, and then I usually try to make it a few more days before I fill up at the pump. I text my husband if I find a low gas price and then mourn the days of not even knowing to check gas prices. But one positive about spending a little money because an empty tank necessitates it: credit card points.
The other night, Travis took me to an amazing new restaurant that recently opened here in Durham, all on the tab of our credit card company. It felt like we were living the high life, eating incredible Asian fusion tapas in a lovely new restaurant. We had such a lovely evening, and I will remember that amazing food for a very long time. Those are the times I can get used to feeling like an adult.
We said goodbye to Dallas and drove away a few days ago. I always knew that life with Travis Lacy would be an adventure, but I did not expect that to mean moving again ten months into marriage. However, we are thrilled to be heading east to Durham and to Duke. I feel like I am going home as the green hills and forests of the east feel like old friends.
In a month or two, I think I will be able to look back on our time in Dallas and this time of new transitions and actually think through all of it. But for now it feels like we are caught in a whirlwind and we are just holding on, trying to make it out on the other side with a pretty little apartment, jobs, and a life in North Carolina.
As we blow across the country to a new place, I am happy it is with Travis and to a time where I think he will find great fulfillment and joy in his studies. Even more, we are thankful, now and always, that we have a foundation in this whirlwind, and that He provides a harbor and a hope as we enter this new season.
Tonight, we opened a bottle of wine and ate frozen yogurt after signing papers to officially turn the rest of our two-year lease over to a subletter. Since December, I have battled fear and unbelief, wondering why we would be called to leave and then seemingly kept here by a lease.
But once again we are tasting the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. The timing is perfect, and we are so thrilled to have lovely subletters and a confirmed date to leave Dallas and head to Durham. Surely, the Lord cares for His children.
When I taste your goodness, I shall not want.
There is something perfectly refreshing and simple in spending time with people who speak your language—who know where you come from and why you love the things you love.
Bond has been one of my dearest friends from our time at Hillsdale and she is the only of our friends who calls my husband “Trav.” We loved our weekend with this college friend turned bridesmaid turned long-distance kindred spirit.
Going from a close, tight-knit community like Hillsdale to a huge city of traffic jams and strangers makes weekends like this just the food we need to keep persevering. We slept, ate lots of delicious meals, talked and read and laughed. We dreamed of grad school and publishing books and giggled about the imagined personalities of all of our college friends’ future children.
And now this morning at school in this big city, I don’t feel quite so alone because I have been reminded that there is a friend five and a half hours away who is trying so hard to love her students and to teach them beauty, who is reading the same books, loving the same things, and whose prayers are joining with mine.