This Post, Straight from The Blue

Well, hello…

Have I mentioned that we moved to Georgia? No? Well, we’ve moved to Georgia.

I pretend to hear a collective gasp of, “Georgia?!”

Yes, it was quite a shock to me, too. Well, a shock that was nearly four months in the making, which has led to about a month and a half of being unofficial Georgia residents. So, I suppose it doesn’t quite still measure on the Shock-o-Meter. But for the sake of assuming that someone reading this doesn’t already know… YES, Georgia! We live here now. It’s quite fabulous, let me tell you.

I mean, there are distinctly UN-fabulous things (including behemoth creatures that make their way into our apartment for the sole purpose of terrorizing me to my very core), and there have been distinct anti-fabulous scenarios of tears (dominantly surrounding a difficult job search and missing our friends and family, terribly)… But the overriding truth to these many unfortunate occurrences is simply this: God has led us to this point and to this place and He has been blessing every second since the decision to make the move has been made.

Every time I get to the point where I find myself telling the Lord, “Okay God… I believe you’re doing something, and I do trust you… but you’ve got to throw me a bone here…” He goes ahead and throws me twenty (bones, that is). Every time I start to feel a little lonely, He sends Dorian into the room performing one of his usual antics that warm my heart, lift my spirits  and remind me that He sent my best friend on the trip, right along with me. Every time I felt discouraged and overwhelmed by the job search, He’d send one more lead to my inbox, and often, He’d throw another interview in my path. And then that one time I asked Dorian how our bank account was and his answer made me lose my breath, the Lord went ahead and gave me a job with incredible benefits that offered to pay the top of my asking price.

So yes, to sum up: God is amazing and I am so glad that it’s His direction that we’ve chosen to listen to. Oh and yes, we live in Georgia.

Oh… and I was hoping you’d be willing to overlook my what? Five months? No? Nearly six months of absence. It all boils down to the fact that for so long, there were so many things up in the air about our lives that I was hesitant to give any kind of documentation to anything since, for all I knew, the story would be different in a matter of hours. I mean, as clearly evidenced by the fact that the last time I posted, we were officially, absolutely and no-questions-asked-ly moving to Iowa.

And I’ve got to say that I, for one? Am unspeakably glad that that location evolved to Georgia. Because, hello? Georgia instead of Iowa?! I now live barely thirty minutes from Hotlanta–not that we’ve actually taken advantage of that yet… nor will we be able to afford to any time in our forseeable future… but still, it’s cool to say–and everybody knows that Atlanta is where it’s at. Although, I’m not really sure I understand what “it” is. But so far, the things I would assume that “it” could be, would be as follows: Traffic. Humidity. Gorgeous, gorgeous mountains. Coca-Cola. HUGE bugs. History. Culture. And tan lines in March.

While I’m figuring it out though, I promise I will be far more diligent about posting. I’ve got stories to tell now! Stories that can’t really change anymore because hey, they’ve already happened.