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!