My plan A:
Come to Los Angeles in late February for school. After school, register for a summer course here, and online classes in the fall, get cleared to do this instantly, find a permanent apartment here in LA, and move in. Volunteer until I start my summer program in July. Build a community. Buy things from IKEA.
At the end of summer take a road trip. Either with a friend in her car, or with a crazy Uncle to get my stuff to LA. Set up a full apartment. Have a bit of a housewarming party now that I can cook things properly in a full kitchen.
In the fall, take online classes while interning, all the while building up my portfolio to apply for writing fellowships in the spring. Apply and get into writing fellowships. Get paid from said fellowships. Finish school in December. Graduate and walk in May 2014, right back to LA to start working. Become financially independent.
Go to LA in late February for school. Come back to San Francisco afterwards. In May go to Chicago to take a summer history class. Return to LA in June to find a place to live. Summer program in July.
God’s plan A:
LA for condensed spring semester. Back home to SF for an unknown amount of time. Volunteer? Intern? Class in Chicago? Probably stay til mid-June before coming back to LA to prepare for Summer program.
I wish I knew what the future held. But apparently God’s plan is only revealed on a need-to-know basis. I guess I don’t need to know yet. God’s plan is better than any plan I could ever have for myself. Whatever God has for me will be so much better than my plan A.
Right now, God’s plan A looks a lot like my plan C or D or E. Parts of it look terrifyingly like plan Z. But I have to trust Him. I have to obey. Because right now I’m miserable. And that’s never part of the plan.