Frankly, there’s not a lot to say here. I ignored everyone’s well-intentioned advice to go to college and, after working several odd jobs and getting an associate degree and a TESOL certification, I took off for Europe with nothing more than a suitcase of weather-inappropriate clothes and my accordion. Two years and one broken-heart later, I found myself back home with the same suitcase, the same accordion, and a much different view on people, life, the world and grilled cheese sandwiches.

People ask me, “What’s next?” (For the record, that’s an awful question). I have literally no clue what’s next. All I know is that I’m signing up for community college classes again to work on those transfer units I never finished and praying the Lord will be faithful in His promise to complete the work in me that He has begun.

But one thing I know to be true: no matter where you are or what you’re doing, life is an unbottled adventure waiting to be consumed. I rejoice in God’s providential plan to bring me home (even if my rejoicing sometimes looks a lot like lying on the kitchen floor, hugging a bottle of ginger ale and singing Willie Nelson’s version of “On the Road Again”), and I look forward (truly and genuinely) to the work He has prepared for me to do.