Unanswered prayers answered

A few months ago, I was really disappointed when our prayers went unanswered. Though I was cryptic at the time, I can now tell you that Hubby had applied for a job in what we thought would be the ideal location for us. It would have taken us back home to FL, closer to friends and family, and would have offered us the type of lifestyle we had become accustomed to living prior to our move here (read: able to find shopping less than an hour away - priorities, people!). But as it became clear that it wasn't meant to be, I made my peace with the thought of living here for another year. Enter Murphy and his law.

The ringing of Hubby's phone disrupted that peace: a call from a college I barely remembered Hubby applying to wanted an interview with him. And so we started the process of uncertainty all over again. Unsure of how I felt about the location, as I had never been there before, we dropped everything to take a test drive of the city. I prayed for my uncertainty to be lifted; I wanted to know definitively that this was the right place for us to be. Within only a few hours, those unanswered prayers from the spring had been answered. Columbia, SC would be our new home.

Hubby is now a professor at

the home of the Fighting Koalas.

Oh yeah, you read that right.

This is where I've been buried for the past few weeks, and as we begin the T-minus three-week countdown (excuse me while I throw up), this is where I'll be: boxed in. Literally.

If I'm able to disentangle myself from the packing tape long enough to wrestle with Blogger, I'll try to check in (Why is it that I always have a ton to say when I have no time to blog? Damn that Murphy!); otherwise, I'll catch up with y'all when I'm on the other side of the Mason-Dixon Line!