Dissatisfied

I find it humorous and frustrating at the same time how we can be so dissatisfied with our current situation. Something as simple as our hair to the way we live our lives. At times we can resemble that child who is behind you in line at a store who screams when their parent refuses to buy them some candy. Why do we look past our incredible provisions and blessings at the predicaments that others are in, blinded by our own selfish ambition? We lie to ourselves, saying that it will be amazing, but in reality as soon as we make a change, we want to go back.
This has recently been the case for me. Being home has given me time to process and think about my life. I admitted something to myself that I haven't fully embraced in the past. I miss New Jersey. Something that I thought would never happen. I miss how diverse and how raw the state is. You can see an independent film in Princeton, snow ski in Vernon, go to a classic car show on the streets of Somerville, go to the beach at Ocean Grove, and see a concert in Sayreville. Not to mention New Jersey has some of the most beautiful landscape of any of the 50 states.
However, since I am missing New Jersey, I am reminding myself that God has placed me where I am for a specific reason. I need to be patient and realize that where I am at now is incredible compared to where I was yesterday.
Until the next time I set my feet upon the shifting ground that belongs to New Jersey, where the East, North, South, and West meet, I will be patiently awaiting our next meeting. Like a violent handshake from an over-bearing friend who means well is New Jersey treatment to their visitors.
Here's to you Jersey, where 'Only the strong survive' or the clinically insane.