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Hello World.

I am sitting in the library at Seattle Cancer Care Alliance, using their computer (without spell check btw) to let you know that everything is fine. We haven’t found a place to live yet, but we met with someone who is going to help us with that task. Until then we are driving a borrowed car and sleeping in borrowed beds - living a borrowed life. For the moment. We are listening very closely for a whisper from the Lord as to the direction we are to go from here, lest we screw up and follow our own lane down the highway and end up walking around the desert with our tribe for the next fourty years like Moses and the Israelites. (It was only an eleven day walk from Egypt to the Promised Land, you see.)

My brother Joe carted our ten check-in suitcases, five carry-on bags, three backpacks, one laptop, and a briefcase — and the five of us to the airport and kissed us goodbye. Then it was up to us to get the above mentioned tribe through the airport and on to one plane after the next without too much ado. The security check line was fun — “Take off your shoes.” “Why?” “Because I said so.” “WHY?” “Because HE Said so! Hurry!” I did get brownie points for putting our toiletries in five different quart sized baggies. “This woman did this exactly right!” The attendant said as he held my tooth brush and deoderant high overhead for all to see. Once on and off the first flight from Fort Myers to Houston, there wasn’t a moment to spare before the next leg headed for Portland. We literally ran from one plane into the next. The kids liked the take-off, but had a hard time with the ear-popping landing. Kelli and Tim, and Denny and Leenie were there at the end of the journey to hug our necks and cart our luggage to the monster truck Tim brought to take us to Kelli’s house.

That was Tuesday. On Wednesday we rested. No, not all day. We had to get a rent-a-car and make some phone calls. (My first appointment with the new doctor is next Wednesday) A couple of our shipped boxes arrived. (There are six boxes coming via media mail, one parcel post, and twenty-two coming by FedEx. I have never moved like this before!) That night we all went to Denny and Leenie’s for dinner. When I walked in the door, Denny’s eleven year old daughter, Callen, hugged me so tight — like she had never hugged me before! I don’t think she thought she would ever see me again. The boys, Keenan and Forest gave me a smile I won’t forget. Before I was just Aunt Teresa. Always just there. Now I am Aunt Teresa, come home to them. How’bout’dat.

Yesterday (Thursday) we repacked our carry-on bags for cooler weather and headed up the road towards our new life. We drove and drove and checked out the suburbs and sub-suburbs. It wasn’t until late last night that we found a hotel cheep enough for the night. This morning we came here to the new Cancer center to drop off paperwork and pick up paperwork and meet with the Social Worker that has been so very helpful. I was so nervous to come here to another new place. But so far I have only met with angels in disguise. God is always watching out for me. I know that He has a plan and I know that He knows where we will live. I know that He has it all worked out. I just wish that He would give an advanced copy of the itnerary.

I don’t know when I will have internet again. Please be patient. (No more nasty emails begging for information! This is my real life, not a soap opera! {kiss kiss} I got several! hehe) I am so tired. Soon though, I will be able to match the slow pace of the Pacific Northwest and sit with my coffee on my porch swing and look out over the waters of the Puget Sound.

Won’t that be nice . . .

Your thinking about it aren’t you? Sounds great, huh? Well, Come on! We’ll leave the light on for ya. . . As soon as we get a light, that is.

There, your caught up. I will be back as soon as I can. Or maybe as soon as I want to. . .gotta love me, it’s a rule!

Love Ya
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