The PK Files: Entry One

The PK Files: One

So....I thought about writing a story about this on Goodreads. My life as a teenage pastor's kid. But, instead, I thought it would be more fun to keep you updated on my blog. So, without further ado: The PK Files.

We're moving. We're moving. We're moving. We're moving. We're moving.

Those are the thoughts that have echoed around my mind for the past few weeks. I've been sleeping less, agonizing over the fact that I'm leaving so many people I love behind. The house I've lived seven years in won't be coming with us. Our neighborhood, the high school, my friends. None of it is coming. Just my family, pets, and furniture are coming with us.

I started doing an "unofficial" countdown. I look at things in my daily, weekly, even monthly life and thing, "In less than five months, those things won't be a part of what I do." It's painful to think that far ahead. To think about leaving what I consider my home.

My mom (the pastor) thinks that "God is in this". She told everybody at church last weekend that she thought it was a "God thing". I just rolled my eyes. She's ruining my life, I thought.

What made las weekend the hardest would have to be the facade I wore. I put on a brave face for everyone; so they wouldn't think I was a weakling ready to burst into tears at any moment. I came close a few times, but just pretended like it wasn't happening. Even though it was.

It's funny how much pretending goes on with these type of things. We aren't allowed to tell anyone for a few weeks after the confirmation of the move is made. (It feels that way.) I've gone places and talked to people in the past month without getting them suspicious. We act. We fake. But God doesn't want us to do it. Then why are people who work in his church telling us to?

They say I can't act, I can't lie. But just think about it. I've been hiding this for a month now. Thirty. Whole. Days. If that's not acting, if that's not lying, then what in the heck is?

PeAcE,

M