An Update

Welcome to my poor neglected blog. Home to musings of a woman who sometimes finds herself so unmotivated to do anything that, after her energy-filled child goest to bed, she will literally sit and watch hours and hours of "Downton Abbey" instead of picking up the computer to stretch her brain. Maybe it's the fact that I'm chasing a running toddler around all day. Maybe it's all the sickness going around. All I know is that at the end of the day, I have really been enjoying my yoga pants, my blanket, the worn-out couch and the warm glow of our TV.

Nevermind the dust or the dirty kitchen counters or the laundry. Who has time for that? 

Other than my laziness, life has been going by as normal these days. Full of "Caleb, don't touch that" and "Caleb, icky" balanced out with "Good job, buddy," "Yay!" and awesome renditions of Old McDonald and Itsy Bitsy Spider. Since the weather has been particularly San Diego beautiful the last several days, we've been making sure to get outside lots. Whether it be going to a park or happily wandering around our complex, we've been loving it and are beginning to understand why people tell us we're crazy to want to move back to the Minnesota tundra.

And it helps that time spent wandering outside definitely makes for better naps and sleep time for C ;-)

In addition to leading a relatively normal life, we've also been sitting on pins and needles the last several weeks waiting for a number of things to fall into place. The big one, of course, has been hearing word on our transfer to Minnesota. The bid closed December 10, and we knew for sure we wouldn't hear anything by January. But, now that the end of January is nearing, we're eagerly waiting to hear news. And, while we've heard that the process has been moving forward, we have yet to receive THE phone call that will likely determine the path of our lives for the next two years. We are simply praying to hear either way soon!

Following the word on a transfer, we need to make a decision about our living situation. Our lease is up at the end of February, meaning we need to tell the complex if we are staying/leaving by the end of January (see why hearing about this transfer is a bit pressing?). If we're staying in San Diego, we plan on staying only an extra month or two and then finding a house to rent. We are SO done with apartment living. But, if we're moving home, we are staying in our apartment until we know when we get to leave (ideally no later than June). But, again, it's really hinging on that one phone call.

Also, being determined by the transfer, is our travel schedule for this year. We've been debating an early February trip to Michigan, instead of our usual May trip, since Jon had some days off and we may be prepping to move in May. We're also weighing a trip home to Minnesota in March. I mean, we obviously wouldn't necessarily travel home in March if we were moving there in April.

I've actually surprised myself quite a bit with how calm I've been regarding the whole situation. Maybe I've learned something about patience over the last couple years after all? Or, maybe I've just really learned that trusting in God with the plan will always prove the more fruitful road? I'm sure it's a combination of both. But, it's made the last month much easier.