So, as you may know, I went to college (mostly) in Springfield, MO, and this weekend I went down to visit friends who still call that city home and expose my brother to college life and a state other than Ohio. So we drove 16 hours in 4 days, drank a lot of coffee, ate a lot of Chinese, and wander around downtown a couple of times, which is pretty much what I did in college.
But it was all in all really great to see everyone and visit places that I’ve missed since I’ve been out of school. We went to Gailey’s, a great breakfast place, and Springfield Brewing, great dinner place. And I got to go to the Front Porch again for Sunday service, which was really refreshing. I really loved that place, and it was great just to be there again. And they were doing a series on the Jewish holidays and how they relate to the life of Jesus, and then we got to end service with a Jewish dance, which was awesome!
And the thing I really realized while I was there was that I don’t really miss it. The city and that time in my life, even when I was there, seemed very far away while at the same time, very familiar. I miss the people more than anything, but the sad thing is that even with all the same people around in some of the same places, it wasn’t the same. It felt more foreign than familiar. But I think that’s ok. That’s just the way it has to be, or else I would be 30 and still in college, which would just be sad.