Okay. Here's the tired-achy-body, still-a-few-boxes-left- view from here.
Our apartment is very sweet, very cozy, with plenty of room in each bedroom, even for my beloved King size bed! My sister in law helped me with the kitchen (Thank you Terri!) and it's now named by Luke as "Le Cafe Martin, II". My signature sign hangs above the kitchen table, "In Everything Give Thanks". During the reality of "what can we fit in here, and what will store until who knows when?", I just clung (is that the past tense of cling? surely not clinged?) to that sign, hanging on for dear life. Okay not for dear life. It's just stupid stuff, for goodness sake. Why the drama?
Anyway, we feel extremely blessed that God picked the right place for us, seeing as we didn't see ONE picture before we got here, or have any idea if it was nice or...not. (Nope, no website.) I was happy to see that the first place we called in this town, which -thank-you-GOD- didn't answer the phone, reminded me of my old church camp cabins, except the camp actually took better care of the lawns.
Thanks God. Nice save.
Coffee still brews morningly and nightly. Ya'll come see us. We'll leave the light on for ya.
"As for me and my apartment, we will serve the Lord."
