Back in the day (see picture), I would often blog in bullet points.
This is another way of saying, “I wrote like Rob Bell before Rob Bell was cool.”
(I also used to wear some pretty sweet belt buckles, most of which I still have.)
Maybe it replicates real time thought better, or maybe it just works for me.
I did warn you about the existential turn, and this is what it looks like in action.
The above picture is from fall 2003, and was shortly after my first move, the occassion of which was starting college at Word of Life Bible Institute.
From that fall on, it has become an unfortunate yearly tradition to relocate my belongings every August/September.
So, the following fall (2004), I moved back home for a month, and then up to New York for the second year of my Bible Institute studies.
In 2005, having completed the Bible Institute, I moved back to Tennessee.
At the beginning of summer 2006, I moved to Florida to work at camp, and once that ended (August) I returned my belongings to Tennessee.
2007 saw my graduation from college, and my relocation to Texas in August (which is the worst possible month to be doing anything outside in Texas).
Though I would stay in Dallas until May of 2011, I somehow managed to move, like clockwork, every August:
- In 2008 to the newly completed on-campus student housing at DTS
- In 2009, I got married and so no longer qualified to live in single student housing
- In 2010, back downtown because our first apartment was not in the best location (and the maintenance sucked)
2011 saw my graduation from seminary, and because I didn’t want to become a permanent Texan (and Ali hated Dallas), we moved to Florida (though I at least miss parts of Texas).
We lived with her parents for the summer so we could move into our own place in the fall (per tradition of course).
But, the house we were renting went into the foreclosure process 6 months into the lease, so renewing was not an option and staying much beyond our lease was not desirable.
So, this past weekend, in keeping with my decade long tradition, we moved to a much nicer part of Orlando, and now live across the street from Reformed Theological Seminary.
Time will tell whether the end of our current lease will spell another move, but maybe, just maybe, I can live in the same place for more than a year.
Traditions are great, but some of them aren’t that great.