when we thought we were going on an adventure, we had no idea what kind of hijinks we would get into.
the plan seemed sound enough on paper: save money by taking the tube and walking to our destination, which wasn't too far from the station. but it's difficult to convey on paper what it's like to haul 250+ pounds of luggage through the streets of london, on foot, well past midnight.
we also had no idea that kings cross station is devoid of elevators. we ended up moving each piece of luggage up the stairs one at a time. it's like doing suicide drills, on stairs, with 50lbs of extra weight each time. it was hell at the time, but i suppose the consolation is that we saved money. and now we have a fun story to tell.
the good thing is we made it. alive (albeit a bit sore).
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First time reader here.. I really enjoyed your perspective on comfort and how after living in one place too long you get into a routine. I've sorta lived like that, never spending more than a few years in one place, but I never thought out so clearly benefit / implication / challenges. It's defo better to have the Lord God playing QB rather than watching on the sidelines.
ReplyDeleteTrusting vs Testing God. I see trusting Him as taking on a formidable task and relying on his strength to get you through - believing HE can do it. Whereas testing God is **questioning** his power and putting a challenge before him - wondering if he's capable.
All the best on the job hunt. Will be in touch. IL