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I'm packing up my clothes, boxing up odds and ends, taking pictures off the walls - and it's suddenly becoming real. For weeks I've been dreading the prospect of leaving all the kind, selfless, amazing people in this apartment complex and the 104th ward, and now it's hit me. It's finally here.
It's another one of the shoving matches in my heart. I don't want to leave my sweet roommates. Push. I'm excited to live with my best friend Courtney. Shove. I'm just settling into a comfortable social dynamic in this ward. Push. There will probably be fantastic people in my new ward. Nudge. I long to stay with what is familiar. Pull. I know I need to have faith in the future. God has taken care of me in the past, and I know He will do so again.
Miley Cyrus' "The Climb" comes up on my playlist. And even though it's silly, frothy, ridiculous Miley Cyrus, the lyrics seem to fit exactly what I'm going through.
There's always gonna be another mountain
Always gonna want to make it move
Always gonna be an uphill battle
Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose
Ain't about how fast I get there
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb