on moving...or not

This is the time of year when everyone is prepping to go back to school.  Friends, nieces, and random strangers are all getting ready and this is the first August in almost two decades that I HAVEN'T been in the same boat.  While at lunch today I also saw an old professor.  These two things combined with the fact that I really do love school and learning makes me yearn to be in their shoes.  But I'm not.  It's a different season of life, and it's weird.

Recently I made the decision to move back to Logan.  It's something I prayed and fasted about.  It wasn't a decision that was made lightly.  Even more recently I made the decision to NOT move back to Logan, which was also a decision made with lots of thought.  It may have been made a little more hastily, but time was of the essence.  

At this point in time only a handful of people know I'm not returning to Logan, none of which are ones who currently reside in Logan and are expecting me back.  Tomorrow is the going to be a joyful (read: awful) time telling people this fact.  I've been waiting to tell people in person (sorry if you find this first Tyler, but I'm chancing the less than 24 hour window between now and me telling you).  

I don't plan on detailing my reasons here...but there are reasons that exist.  This is a decision that does make me sad, but I feel peace with it.  I know it will be hard when I hear details of all the fun things friends are doing while I'm 80 miles away.  It will be even harder when I'm forgotten.  I'm just hoping and praying for experiences and friendships down here to distract me from those hard times and whatever reasoning as to why I'm down here will manifest itself.