Last saturday, I moved again. One month ago I was congratulating myself for moving to Orange County a month before my job started, so I could get all settled in and start making new friends before busy season hit. Rent was cheap, the room was great, the beach was a walk away, and my congregation at church was pretty good sized.
Then about three weeks ago, my roommates and I were informed that we would need to leave the place, because the bank was repossessing it. Oh, and they wanted us out quick. Oh, and I work from 9 am to 10 pm, or so...left to my own devices, I'd probably be living out of my car, or maybe a box somewhere nice. My roommates took charge of the situation and started looking for places to live, and we started packing up, but we were supposed to be out of the old place on a Tuesday, and even by the Thursday before (aka a week ago), we didn't know where we were going to live. At the last minute, someone accepted our rent applications, and three days before the bank was going to kick us out, we managed to get our stuff moved thanks to huge amounts of help from awesome people in the area.
So at least now we have a place to live! It's not by the beach, and the congregation for church where we are now is much smaller--but it's a pretty place, and while I'm still living out of boxes, I'm not living in a box. And I'm grateful for that.
In other news, work is good. Long, very long, but good. I'm getting humbled for sure--I don't know anything about what I'm supposed to do, and my coworkers know I don't know anything--they don't expect me to know anything. I'm used to being a smarty pants, so not knowing anything is a new experience...I think it'll be good for me. Like vegetables.
