Like a lot of other people, I read ‘Eat, Pray, Love’, an autobiographical tale of a woman (the author, Elizabeth Gilbert) who uprooted her life after a devastating realisation – the life she was living was not the life she wanted. As I read her book, a lot of what she went through resonated with me. Not so much the circumstances, but the toll it took on her self-esteem, her confidence and her outlook on life. Her search for faith and that closeness with God also struck a chord. To be honest, my relationship with God didn’t stay intact when my life fell apart – even over a decade in Youth and Singles for Christ couldn’t save it. I was too tired and too angry to try and understand where all this pain fit into His plan for my life.
But of course, it did all fit. Fit into a plan I did not even remotely envision. A plan that ended with me living in Chicago. A plan that ended with me being happy and looking forward to a life I want.
When I first moved here, it was inevitable that I would have some doubts. After all, it was such a big move! I left behind my parents, my brother, my two BFF’s and my circle of friends, and not only that, I had left behind everything I had ever thought my life would be. Then one day, I was reading ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ on the train on the way home from work. Elizabeth was still in Italy (she would later travel on to India and Indonesia) and as usual, was eating with some friends when the conversation turned to a city’s “word”. Confused, Elizabeth asked for an explanation. Her friend told her that a city’s “word” is what defines that city. Like for Rome, it’s SEX. For the Vatican, it’s POWER…New York City, ACHIEVE. Then her friend also tells her that each person has their own “word”. At that time, Elizabeth didn’t have her “word” and she didn’t end up revealing it in the book but I stopped reading and I thought about mine. I didn’t expect it to just pop into my head like that, that quickly. After all, like I just said, I’ve been through a big life upheaval! But there it was, I could almost imagine a thought bubble like in the comic books floating above my head with this single word in it. And my “word”…FOUND.
It took every ounce of my willpower not to cry on that train. Not only because it was such a profound word with an incredible meaning, but that it felt so right. In this new city, I had FOUND my place. My place where I will live the life I want and become the person I’m meant to be. My place where I have found my heart and where I will find the one to share it with. My place where I have found my Lord again. My place…my place of new wishes, of new dreams and where all of them will finally come true.
Have you found where you truly belong? Where you well and truly fit?