I went to bed last night, having written about Palm Sunday with thoughts on a blog post about next year. And then this morning I got a phone-call from my Minister with some big OPP news, so I shall now try and merge the two together.
The news, drum roll …
The central pot of money we’d hoped would fund the project won’t be. They had 24 applications and enough funding for 10 projects; I really don’t envy the people making the decision, and if I am honest, think I would have decided not the fund Bangor either, given Cardiff has had a project before. Obviously this is a blow for the wider church recognising how different North and South Walian life can be, but I do see where they are coming from.
I am not actually too disappointed, this is very much a period of exploring and figuring out. The next step is to see if the District fancy finding some money to run the project, so the dream isn’t totally dead yet. A bit more wait and see!
Even if District can’t find the money then I am still looking forward to next year (this is what I was thinking about last night).
I am looking forward to having my own place, to myself, where I can have my rules. I can have a fruit bowl, my washing up might slide a bit, I can be ueber-spontaneous!
I am looking forward to still having friends; relationships which I have grown to cherish over the last year I can continue.
I am looking forward to scary grown up things like council tax, because that is all part of moving forward in life.
I am currently enjoy knocking around ideas on community, and safe space, and refuge and hospitality and things, and having accomodation which is solely my own features predominantly in this.
So even if I spend all my time working in McDonalds I am very much looking forward to the post-graduation life!