On the Move

As most of you know Angelica and I have been living in some generous friends' guest apartment for the past 5 weeks between houses. The Elliots were such a blessing during this awkwardly homeless moment of our journey. It was a great setup for us. Angie loved that we had to share a bedroom, Ruby did not love that she had to stay outside, but she's a dog so she forgave us quickly. However, she jumped right in the car when she saw the suitcases, she was more than ready to reassume her role as a spoiled puppy.

But now we are finally semi-settled into our new house. We moved our stuff over Wednesday night and had 9 house guests last night for small group, so settled basically means we hid the boxes and disarray under the beds and behind closed doors. I'm told as a mother I'm not supposed to say "Ange, don't organize that stuff just shove it in the closet for now." But when was I ever a normal mom.

The new house is great. Ruby has so many new pieces of furniture that she can't even choose one to illegally sleep on. In her room, Ange has a double bed plus bunk beds (which Ruby is pretty sure we added just for her), so there's space to sleep at least 4 for slumber parties, more likely 7-10. We may have given up a dryer, microwave, and what I would call hot water, but probably 99% of the people here don't have those luxuries either, so it's about time we start living like everyone else. We do have a third bedroom now, so if you're not inclined to join Angie and the screaming balls of energy in her bedroom, we have a lovely guest room all ready for you, as long as you're not afraid of a showerhead called a "widow-maker" and you know how to hunt and gather, cause that's basically how you have to eat if you don't have a microwave, right?

Thank you so much for your prayers. Ange and I are doing well for our third day in a row, and the paperwork is coming right along. I should be picking up her passport this afternoon! PTL!