Strong and courageous

It's hard to know what to do with my time now that I don't have to spend a stupid amount of it applying for jobs and preparing for interviews. Packing probably makes sense. As does reading all those books I haven't read yet and going for nice autumnal walks. As the queen of procrastination I'll probably end up doing none of that and will just waste away the next 5 weeks sitting on the sofa looking slightly bemused at how scarily soon I'll be leaving Cumbria and moving back to the south to do a job with a lot more responisbility in a field I have some (but maybe not much) experience in.

It'll be great. It's three and a half years since I last moved across the country to a job I'd never done before in a place where I didn't know anyone and it was amazing. And excitingly I'll be living so much closer to the Chappy which is great. Of course it is mildly terrifying taking a big step careerwise and moving somewhere where I don't have any friends, but I keep getting a fantastic passage from Joshua 1:9 turning up in my head every time I start feeling a bit worried about the whole thing:

"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be terrified; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go."

Isn't it a great verse? Write it down. Stick it on your fridge.

I went for a jaunt around West Cumbria today. It felt a bit like the last Dr Who episode with David Tennant as the Doctor where Russel T. Davis has his saying goodbye to everyone and it just goes on and on and on. I said goodbye to Whitehaven and the beach at St Bees. I also went to Workington and Keswick but didn't say goodbye to them as I'll be heading back to them before I leave. West Cumbria is a weird place.