Today was the last morning to wake up in the place we'd learned to call home, however briefly. It was time to begin yet another transition in this story of our lives.
Geoff and I aren't sure when or where we'll be able to hang clothes in a closet again. Our clothes have come out of a suitcase quite often in the last two years, and we began packing up again today.
We leave for Israel in about a week. Geoff is leading two groups on study trips through the land of the Bible during the month of March. During that time, we will be living in a variety of (nice) hotels. After we return, a week into April, we'll face the fun challenge of finding another place to live. We plan to remain in the central Texas vicinity for another 6 months...but you (or we) never really know.
But back to present times. We have been living in what we affectionately refer to as "The Farmhouse." We loved it out here. The neighbors were quiet and serene, if a little shy.
After exhausting all available options for internet we found nothing that would work for our requirements. Even public internet options were too slow to meet a majority of our job requirements. We were forced back to our original plan, which was to live in the farmhouse for January - February, complete some renovation work for the owners, and move out before leaving for Israel. We're in that "move out and complete renovations" stage now.
As sad as we are to be moving yet again, and as ready as we are to have a place to call home, we've learned to treasure the excitement of wide-open opportunities. Come April, we'll be excited to see what comes up. I have a feeling that the best is yet to come!