our temporary "home"

There's something about being surrounded by familiarity. It's not that our furniture and belongings are all that valuable; they're not. But ahhh, to sleep in our own bed, to eat at our own table, to lounge on our own couch (marker and slobber stains and all), to trip on our own toys,...it's just like home. Well, almost. Well, actually, not really, but it helps. The "big, white truck" (as we called it to the kids) arrived yesterday. The kids were so excited to see their own stuff that they played all day long, while Jared and I unpacked. This living room was clean. But the kids have been busily playing this morning. I just heard Carly tell Isaac, "We'll be good picker-ups." I think that's supposed to mean that they'll clean this mess up, right?!

We haven't met our neighbors yet, but there are about 5 apartment doors that face our front door. Pray for boldness as we get to know some of these people, even when our personalities are non-social.

Good things about this complex: it's pretty quiet, the people seem friendly, it's pretty clean. The complex is only 5 minutes away from Wal-Mart and the mall. Our particular apartment only gets the morning sun, which should help with utilities. We haven't checked out the pool yet, but the playground is nice.

The strangest thing we've encountered yet is our refrigerator. It sounds like a very muffled saturn missile battery firework. And somewhere in the move, we (or the moving truck) lost Isaac's box of shoes. We checked the weather last night for Sabetha and San Angelo. Sabetha was 84 degrees with 72% humidity. San Angelo was 86 degrees with 37% humidity. I guarantee that it felt much better here. ;)

We love you and miss you all!!