Last year, the big question I got everywhere I went was, “What’s next? Where are you going to be assigned?” I must have answered “I don’t know” 1000 times over the course of a year, waiting myself to hear my fate. How great it was when I finally heard that I would be going to the University of Georgia, that I would end my continuous journey of changing houses every year! At last, I could settle in a bit and get to know my surroundings…
Today, I find myself in the same position as before, only this time with less to go on. Whereas I was the only piece moving a year ago, right now I am but one of 250 friars awaiting word about their future. You see, every three years, technically speaking, our assignment dissolve and we must be reassigned for another three years. Practically speaking, the majority of people stay where they are, and so there isn’t much fanfare. But they still need to get confirmation. With the spread of a pandemic postponing our chapter, this decision is also getting postponed.
So, what’s next? I’m not sure. And believe it or not, I’m okay with that right now.
You are wise beyond your years, Casey. Although I’ve realized the fact that the present is all that really matters, over and over again, it’s comforting to be reassured of this, especially at these times, when trying to plan for the future can be little more than a futile exercise. By the way, if you ever do become homeless, you have a home here anytime you need.