12 days have passed since my last post. Those 12 days have been significant, even life-changing {though I know that's a broad phrase}.

The timeline is as follows:

Go out to eat with my friend.
End up meeting the people next to us.
End up getting hired to work set for a TV show.
Start that job on Wednesday.
Find out that we got scammed on the house.
Get my entire car scraped up after getting hit in the parking deck.
Realize again in the midst of no sleep that, wait, I actually have no TN address...again.
Finish that job last night {73.5ish hours in six days}
Meet a whole ton of new Nashville people
Re-evaluate some things.

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So.
Back to square one, yet pushed further into the things I was supposed to do here in TN all at the same time. I don't really have much to say about the housing situation. I don't think God hangs things in front of us then takes them away and I think that when people do something against us in a vulnerable state, we end up receiving double the portion of favor and blessing. The whole recovery of what has been stolen thing. I believe that's real and that's the only thing I can truly hold on to right now.

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I'm thankful I was working because otherwise I would have been a lot more heartbroken over everything.

I still choose to believe.
I still am stoked about life in TN.
I still see God provide for me.
I still don't understand ANYTHING about why I'm here, because everytime I think I know, my life changes directions.

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People keep asking me why I don't just go home, why I don't just give up, etc. etc. but if anything, I feel even more sure than ever before that this is 100% where I need to be.

I'm being taken care of. That's all I really know.

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The adventure really isn't so bad after all.