Parishless Pastor

So here I am, waiting to start my first semester as a college prof - all stoked about classes and students.  I'm trying to be realistic too: lots of students will be coasting through, only a handful will really want to learn.  But I'm also hopeful...in a doggedly naive way.  (Ignorance is bliss!)  In fact, I really feel called to this. 

And yet, there is an angst.  I am a pastor.  A pastor without a parish.  There are no sermons to be written, no liturgies to plan - heck there aren't even any old ladies who want to roast my buns!  ...And I miss it.