To the interns wandering around Mijas;
Though our paths didn’t cross, I guarantee we’ve sat in same places all over that white washed village. (My favorite seat in the epi was the one in the center section next to the pole closest to the office just FYI).
It doesn’t matter that we’ve never met, we are apart of the same tribe, the same family, we share something even without knowing each other’s names.
So, I am sitting at the table and would love to echo something I’m sure you’ve heard whether you’ve been there 1 or 4 months.
Please, listen when they encourage you not to go alone.
Because, whether you believe it or not at this point, it changes everything.
I will never forget sitting at OCP with George Ridley during graduation week my first term. He asked me what my plan was, where I was going and I responded I didn’t know and the place really didn’t matter.
He told me four things I needed: people, a place to live, a job, and people doing something I loved. And when it came down to it if the three check marks didn’t include a job; that didn’t remove the place.
But it was logical and clear cut- go to people who were filled with life and love.
I was going to tell you my how. HOw I made the decision not to go alone.
But really that’s not what I want to tell you.
I want to tell you right now, to choose; to decide not to go try to do the thing alone.
Go TO people. Go WITH people.
Please, don’t try to save the world single-handed.
I left Spain in December with the knowledge that by August I would be living in Bellingham, WA with my friend and a member of my home team, Patty, and I’d be going to A Life Family church and getting to know the people there, some I’d met, some I’d heard about and some I’d (spoiler alert) stalked on Facebook.
What I’m saying is I had found an exit buddy.
I had a friend who knew the fears and the hardships and the goodbyes emotions I was feeling because she was going through similar things. I had a friend who reminded me in the ridiculous times of working retail that this was apart of our doing of the damn thing.
It’s August and I just paid my second month of rent. I’ve attended church and community group and gone and got beers or coffee with the people I’d only heard about. Each night my roommate and I recap our day, sometimes over an episode of saved by the bell.
And in the days when it’s hard, though I can and do text and FaceTime my people scattered over the world; one of my people actually lives in the same house as me.
It changes things.
Our home is filled with life, because we chose to have it be that way. Filled with truth, encouragement, wackiness and beer.
And had we come to a new place without community, we would have probably been ok.
But guys, GUYS, coming to a place and a community you already trust with people who you trust (Even borrowed trust) changes absolutely everything.
That advice George gave me that day in front of OCP fixed my gaze on the logical and that made it less scary.
Coming to Bellingham where there was already a community and people was probably the best decision we could have made for ourselves.
To quote both Andrew & Freddy “it just makes sense”.
{And in the days when you maybe almost get a concussion from hitting your head so hard on a cabinet at work and your roommate has to go to class, you can call someone, even though you just met him a mere 3 weeks prior and he can sit with you and eat pizza and make sure you don’t have a concussion.}
We came to a community that we trusted because those we trust, trust them.
And guys there are those people all over the country. We are here in Bellingham and in Denver. There’s a table in Chicago and one in Memphis and so many others in between.
I can guarantee there is someone from this tribe with a similar heart and vision, either already doing the thing or looking to start it.
We aren’t meant to wander aimlessly.
And the more people around you the less chance you will get off track.
Start those conversations now. We emailed with a friend here in Bellingham for months prior to moving.
Ask questions.
Ask the staff questions, ask who they know that have similar hearts, ask them to connect you.
Don’t be me for the first three months, believing I could end up just anywhere, which was basically true. But I was missing that I needed to end up Not just anywhere but with people.
It changes the good to celebration and changes the hard days to face to face conversations rather then over FaceTime.
It just changes things.
So if you read this whole letter I want to challenge you to have those conversations, ask those questions and decide to do the thing with people.
Reach out and grab it.
It’s so good.
If you have any questions or want to know specifically what’s going on here in Bellingham or our process of deciding to come here please shoot me an email. (Mmreeve @gmail) And if you are ever in the area we live in the best little yellow house and our door is open and there is normally beer & wine in the fridge and some emergency cookie dough ready to be thawed and baked.
I don’t know you guys but I do know you are amazing.
Do me a favor and love the staff really well, they are some of my favorite people on planet earth.
And please, PLEASE, go buy a bag of paprika chips from spar and eat them for me.
With love,
Meg
One response to “Find an exit buddy”
YES TO EVERYTHING. It’s makes all the difference. Man, woman, I am glad every single day that I live in a house with you. And I’m glad you don’t have a concussion. It’s so surreal and so incredibly normal feeling.
Guys, she’s right. Go together. Go to where people are. This life is about people, don’t write that off as an extra bonus. It IS the thing. And eat those dang paprika chips my goodness.