In my neighborhood we are the youngest residents by at least 30 years.
Where I live our shirts say "a drinking town with a football problem."
Where I live we are a well-to-do bubble in an impoverished area.
Where I live the locals pray for summer/winter breaks so we can go downtown.
In my neighborhood we all walk/run down the middle of our curvy road without a worry.
Where I live I'm the minority because I'm not working towards my Doctorate.
Where I live I'm the majority because I garden.
Where I live the motto is "buy local, eat local, be local."
Where I live coffee shops serve as second homes.
Where I live bicycles are more common than cars.
Where I live there aren't enough homeless to warrant a shelter, but there are enough to weigh on my heart.
Where I live the mountains haven't been raped.
Where I live the river is our summer haven.
Where I live people are in and out as a revolving door.
In 2 years all of the friends we have here (with few exceptions) will have moved on from this college town.
Where I live no one is here to stay.
Where I live churches cater to the college crowd.
Where I live, three hours from my hometown, my accent is mocked.
Where I live I am spoiled by warm cookies delivered to my door, great sushi, and no shortage of things to do.
Where I live is comfortable and it is the place that I love.
But where we live isn't what God has for us, it's much too easy here.
God is revelaing where he wants us to be and we're certain that it's close to here but probably not in this sweet college town. We've been fighting it for a while and we ask for prayers as we seek our new "where I live" story.
The original Where I live post is here: The Domestic Fringe. Click on it and read her story. It's better than mine.
