Search for Casa de Wadley, Part 2

Over the course of the day we visited several homes, with varying degrees of success. We ended up with three possibilities, but we aren't crazy about any of them. Some were in bad parts of town, others won't allow pets, and still others were ridiculously expensive.

Hubby and I are trying to remain full of faith that the Lord has something for us. It isn't that we are refusing to take anything other than perfection, but we don't want to settle for anything other than God's best for us. I feel that to do that would be a deliberate decision not to trust Him. We know He has it all under control. "God is Sovereign," I keep repeating to myself. He has brought us this far, practically dropped this position into our laps, and cleared the path for us. Still...sometimes serving a last-minute God is really stressful!

Search for Casa de Wadley, Part 1

Hubby and I spent the weekend looking for our new abode. The trip was... eventful. It started with me ever so sweetly offering to drive down so over-tired hubby could sleep. This went just fine (since I had a book on CD) until the rain hit. Then came traffic. Then traffic and rain together.

I knew most of the way since we had a straight shot down I-95 then took I-4 through Orlando - both of these roads are familiar territory, so I drove along with no concern. Until Hubby woke up and asked where we were. "Still North of Lakeland" I replied confidently. "What?!" my groggy husband exclaimed. I assured him he shouldn't worry because he told me I didn't have to look for US 27 (our exit) until we were South of Lakeland. Apparently, he thought he was telling me that our destination was South of Lakeland. Oops. We were practically in Tampa.

Given my directional challenges, we should have set the GPS up the second we knew I was going to drive. Just for safety's sake. Now we had added an extra 45 minutes to our trip. Great.

When we checked in to our hotel, I thought the worst was over. Wrong.

After struggling to make it through the night, our alarm didn't go off. The result was a mad scramble to get to the restaurant in time for breakfast. There's nothing like starting a long day in a rush.

Nothing Good Comes from 2 am Postings, but I'm Doing it Anyway

It's 2:28 am.

I'm awake.

I hate it.

I'm not awake because I'm sick. I'm not up because I'm taking care of someone else who is sick. I'm up because I am staying at a pretty icky hotel (by my standards anyway). This is my first, and hopefully last, experience sleeping at an Econo-Lodge. Why the fancy diggs, you ask? Because it's the best Sebring, FL has to offer.

I knew from the time we pulled up that this was going to be bad. There's not anything "wrong" with the place, per se, it just has that feel to it. When we walked in our room was definitely cool and even more definitely humid. Ick. There is no mini iron (that I was counting on to chase the wrinkles out of my Sunday morning skirt), puny curtains that don't quite block the light from the blaring hall fixtures, and no clock in the room anywhere. Also featured are: pillows that are so over-stuffed you could break your neck on them and toilet whose lever must be held down for 20 seconds before it will flush.

Add to this situation a recently viewed program on bed bugs and you have a recipe for hotel disaster.

That hubby of mine booked this place at the suggestion of a friend. I'm really beginning to think that we need to go to the Residence Inn or Holiday Inn Express tomorrow night.

I am in total disbelief that I will have to wake up for an 8:30 breakfast tomorrow. Even worse, I will be meeting some people we will be working closely with for the first time. Any thoughts I had about being charming are quickly evaporating. 

You are my nemesis.

The Move

It's 100% official. We're moving.

The position has been accepted. We've told our bosses. We've started packing.

The next thing to do is... find a place to live.

This is where we're moving - Avon Park, FL.

Unfortunately, we are moving at the "wrong" time. Snowbirds are starting to come down from the North and are driving up the cost of rentals. Poo.

In order to try to get something while prices are relatively low, hubby and I are making a dash down there this weekend (4.5 hours one way). We are praying that the right place for us simply presents itself. You're welcome to pray along if you like.

I want to relocate, but I don't want to move...

Hubby and I are facing the very real possibility of a move. Nothing is for sure, but if the decision is made it will likely be a very quick move... as in a month or less. Being the Type A personality that I am, I naturally want to be as prepared as possible for if/when that gun goes off and it is time to go. I am resisting (successfully at the moment, but I can't comment on my stamina) the urge to take all the books off my shelves and box them up. I mean, I can always put them back if we end up staying, right? I am researching moving strategies... no joke... and thinking through the best ways to go about the task, should it present itself. I just want to do something, anything that will make me feel more prepared. I would really welcome the transfer, I just wish there was a simple way to move our stuff.

I find this picture completely amusing. I look nothing like this when I move. 1) I generally have at least one meltdown the day of 2) They aren't sweaty 3) Is that make-up I see? 4) Their house is clean.