Yes, those are boxes. Our boxes. We're moving. In less than two weeks.
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Our life has been a rollercoaster for the last few months. This last change of events happened very suddenly last Friday evening. Here's the story:
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We were given a preceptorship opportunity in Florida. We really thought we were going to take it a few weeks ago. Our apartment complex requires 60 notice to move out, so to avoid paying double rent we gave our notice to the complex. Then after a lot of discussion and prayer we decided last week not to take the position in Florida. On Friday afternoon Scott called the manager of our complex to let her know we would be staying after all. She, a little too happily, informed Scott that they had already leased our apartment and we would need to move out by the end of the month. We were shocked. There are a ton of open units in the complex. What are the chances they would lease ours? I guess pretty good.
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We spent Friday evening in earnest discussion and prayer. The answer was one we hadn't expected.
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We will be moving to Logan, Utah and stay with my parents until Scott can find a good job. We already have plane tickets there for a vacation we'd planned a while ago. After our trip we'll leave Madeline with my parents and Scott and I will take our return tickets back to dallas. We'll pick up our cars and drive them to Utah. The rest our stuff will stay in a storage unit in Dallas. That way we won't have to move it twice.
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We're exited for a change that will hopefully be a good one for us. Madeline's pretty exited, too. She asks about every hour, "Nan go live at bamaw's (grandma's) house today, mom?" No, not today, but very soon.
