Southern Comfort

Okay, you'll never guess where I am.

Go ahead, try.

Come on, it'll be fun.

Give up?

I'm in Gettysburg!

Getting a little redundant isn't it.

Though both fortunately, and unfortunately, this will not be the extended stay that it was last time.

I leave tomorrow.


Time flew by so quickly on my little south detour. I had the most amazing time of simply relaxing. And as I lounged in the pool, ate grilled salmon, and sipped Pinot Grigio on the veranda, I thought, 'Yeah, this is the life of a vagabond!'

The highlight of my time however, was not the luxury, it was family. I can't describe how absolutely reassuring it was simply to be around old friends. A little non-alcoholic southern comfort you might say.

Well not long after arriving in Round Hill, I discovered that there aren't many routes to Philly from that locale, and the best of those options just happened to take me right back to Emmaus. And even this now feels like home!

I had planned on getting a ride from here all the way to Lancaster, which is a good portion of the remaining trip. But it has been a while since I have stepped out into that unknown without knowing where my feet will land at night, and I think it's about time.

So tomorrow morning, I will leave, not by car, but by foot and see where I end up.

For those of you following, you may be thinking that I must be quite well off given my employment in Gettysburg and very few expenses to drain my funds. But except for the eleven dollars left in my pocket when I hitched out of here last week, everything else had been given away. I say this not for my own glory, but so that you may know the full measure of God's provision on the last leg of my journey.

That's all I have time for right now... But I will keep you 'posted'.


christopher andrew.