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Far From Tivoli Lauren Galvan ’16 every day ahead of me. My job became a lead weight, and I found myself crying at least once a week because I just wanted it to be over. I felt like teaching wasn’t right for me, that I wasn’t doing a good job, that I didn’t belong—and not just in the teaching profession, but also in Roswell. In New Mexico, I saw my future unfolding, twenty years down the road, still in exactly the same place in life, only older. By staying, I was prohibiting myself from reaching my potential, even though I didn’t know what my potential was. I took career quizzes and applied for jobs on the east coast, any job I qualified for, but especially those within higher education. Working in Rhode Island, at Brown University specifically, was my pipe dream. I don’t know why this was. I don’t know why I connected with Brown, why I marked my own words that I’d be back there someday, or why I felt like Providence was the Goldilocks of cities. But I know that I am here today because I was called to be here; this is where I’m meant to be. Whenever I thought of Rhode Island, and Providence, and Brown, I felt peace and joy, and I learned that going where there is peace is the same as going with God. ...in all your ways, submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight (PROVERBS 3:6, NIV) Post Script: I didn’t talk about the signs, but there were many. I found them not only when I was contemplating leaving Roswell, but also once I arrived. I came to Rhode Island with no job, no place to live, no friends. I started with nothing, but I ended up with everything: a job at Brown, an apartment, friends, a church community, an opportunity to be a writer and to travel. I love Rhode Island: the woods, the beaches, the WaterFires, the artists, the food, the people, the potential to sow seeds in thirsty soil. Even during my earliest days of waitressing, when I’d bring home $9 after a lunch shift and worry I wouldn’t be able to pay rent, I still gave thanks that I was here. It felt like home, even before it was home. One of my first friends told me that it was no coincidence I ended up in Providence: “God will provide,” he said. “It’s in the name.” It was he who first showed me that Providence was at the center of it all. Jennifer Currier is a staff member in the Center of Alchol and Addiction Studies at Brown University. Fall 2015 13