A few weeks ago, I got a call from the incoming principal of St. Cecilia's school is St. Louis. He said, "Do you want to move to St. Louis?" I screamed, "Yes!" To say the least, I was elated. I drove to St. Louis a few hours later and had a whole new outlook on the city. I spent time with my friends and boyfriend, but I no longer thought of St. Louis as a place where Chino lives or a bigger city just 3 hours from home. St. Louis is my city. It is my Arch and my Busch Stadium and my Forest Park. St. Louis will become MY home. I plan on living there until, well, until I don't. It's a great school and city, so I have no immediate plans to leave. It's somewhere I can dance. With many great universities close by, I can get a master's degree. I'll be able to visit Peoria on weekends and possibly teach in the Princeville Migrant Program during July.
Nashville has been a lovely place to live and I'll miss it, but I never planned on staying for more than a year. So while I'll always think fondly of Smashville, be a Pred's fan, and crave nights out on Broadway, it'll probably never become MY home. It's been A home, but not MINE. Make sense?
More than my time in Nashville ending (which is still a few months away), I ended my commitment to do a second year of JVC. Since I had prayed so much about it months ago, I was able to quickly let JVC know my decision. When I called Cathedral Academy of Pompei and talked with the principal, she was incredibly understanding and gracious. It's comforting to know that she has no ill feelings towards me and expressed her support in my new job. I'm praying the school will get another JV to serve their students.
While I won't have the benefits of living in community next year, I have found a possible roommate who is a former volunteer. After talking with her, I can tell that being roommates would be like a mini community experience. Funny how God showed me that a 2nd year of JVC wasn't my path but then connected me with this similarly minded former volunteer.
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