Once there was a girl named Rebecca who had a blog...

...and ACTUALLY blogged there.

Well here I am, on the flip side of a major move, feeling like quite the stranger to my own blog~ it feels almost foreign to me to be looking into a computer screen and making odd little click, clicking sounds with my fingers.

I fully intended to blog more often through this ordeal, and would have welcomed a diversion allowing me to sit down at least three weeks ago, had certain difficulties not arisen...like say, waiting a week and a half for the internet guy to be able to come and 'hook us up'. Then of course, another few days to re-glue the legs on our computer desk which we had to saw off in order to get it up the stairs. Then a few more days at the realization that an ungrounded plug in the room would not be sufficient for the computer wiring without an adapter (and hence, a trip to the store when I was too busy to go) and THEN, tack on a few MORE days upon realizing that our wireless USB went AWOL during the move. All this to say---TOTALLY not my fault.

But I am here now, and wondering with this long absence~
Where to begin? or if I even should....

We successfully turned the pages of a month and, with a lick and a flip ended a new chapter of this Story of ours. It had its moments of intrigue and moments of bliss, a few fairly profound jolts but mostly it was just colorless redundancy: pack, haul, pack, haul, pack, haul.

I worked from morning until night with just a short mouth-shoving break for meals. I survived the long nights, intense and energy-draining days by draining Coke by I.V. and my poor family ate more chips and pizza than we have ever eaten before (to the point of being grossed out by it.) I can now boast being 10 pounds more squeezable, if only that were boastable. It has been nice having home cooked meals (and the cooking has become FUN again!) and VEGETABLES and eggs and potatoes. And I have given up Coke.

There were a few moments of Matt holding me in the kitchen while I stood blubbering "We can't do it!", "I can't do this!", "I......can't..........sniff DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO wail..........this!!!!...........slobber, slobber" with Matt assuring me that we can. There were a few other meltdowns on Matt's part, but we won't talk about those. ;-)

We eventually came through, however, and now the packing and making trip after trip in our van and a pickup is just a story past and the beginning of this new chapter is upon us. Still, many a box surrounding us and much work left undone, we have begun our new life in a new home and had our fair share of new excitements to make our fondness for the place kindle and flame.

It isn't hard falling in love with a place when you see it as Gods place for you and it isn't difficult to see the extraordinary in your Story when it is God's fingers flipping the pages.

The extraordinary abound even amidst the cardboard and clutter~ and I am determined to take note.
Renaissances' long lost blogger,

Rebecca