You’re Not Doing Re-Entry Wrong

Moving across the country a second time taught me that…

I’ve heard this time get called “re-entry”, which makes sense because we are re-entering. No season has ever felt like more of a re-entrance than this one. We moved from Portland back to the east coast before our first anniversary on the west coast. We did it all in under a week and it felt similar to the whiplash that came with the wave of COVID vaccinations across the nation. One day I had finally gotten to know the ground that I was standing on (after trying so hard to understand it since March 2020), only to have the entire planet turned upside on.

Admittedly, all in a great way. Both re-entry into our east coast life and into a post-quarantine world have been what I’ve been praying about for the last year. I’ve yearned for a time where seeing our friends and family felt easier and less risky. I wanted a time where we felt more at peace in our own home because it didn’t have to be the only place we existed in anymore.

And yet, I’m still navigating a lot of discomfort in the midst of this re-entrance, which again makes sense. Too often we assume that because we’re in the middle of moments we prayed voraciously for that we’re supposed to know how to exist within them. I don’t think that’s fair to our present selves, or even realistically…