Introducing - Glimpse In My Door

 Hello Friends,

  I will be honest; I am scared to publicize myself here. I am not a writer. I feel like I will be judged for all my grammatical errors, but I want to stay in touch with my friends and family so, here I am. I am hoping this helps. I am not good at calling people and talking for hours. I am also not good at typing parables on What's App so we will try this.

 Someone asked me yesterday how many days till we move. I replied, " I am not counting the days." My husband says it is less than 3 weeks. That sounds to close for how much packing, I am still needing to do. Monday being my last day at work I am dreaming of completing many things on my mental to do list. But also, I have a hunch that I should not rely on it.

 Lately I realized, that for me to get things done. I need to purpose to stay in one room and work on packing. Not flip flop between several. It has helped me tremendously. I have found it to be effective and helped me not feel so overwhelmed. The boxes stacked around the house are evidence that some packing has gotten done amongst my husband and I working our day jobs yet and all our appointments. 

 Tristan has been diligently working on his paperwork with the transmigrante. I was very naive about how much work it took to cross the border with a bus load of goods. Thankfully, he has been able to speak to a lot of educated people on how to cross without a lot of hiccups, or at least we are hoping that is how it goes. 

 We are driving an old school bus down. At this point with all the things we are taking, I am wondering if there will be any space for me. :) 

Our Bus   

How the packing in the bus looks 

 We are blessed for the many friends we get to be with one more time before we leave. Most of our weeks have at least 3 outings with friends planned. We enjoy having those times, but we also feel indebted. Often, we go out to eat and they insist on paying the bill. We are grateful they want to but also after 5 of those incidents you are like, can we just pay once? We don’t want to be ungrateful, nor do we want to feel more abnormal than we already feel. 😊 The one evening, I shared my feelings to a friend and Tristan was there, he was like, I feel the exact same way. I couldn’t believe that I wasn’t the only one. I was so relieved. I am still not sure how to think about it all. If I was on the opposite side of the coin, I would insist also on paying. So, I will close this paragraph just to thank you so much for paying for our meal. 😊

  I have not cooked in my kitchen for a couple weeks. My utensil drawer is now filled with plasticware. My cabinet where the plates were housed now has disposable plates.

 My mom-in-law has blessed us with delicious meals. I can’t thank God enough for her. Tomorrow night my in-laws are coming over and will be helping us at our place. They have been such an asset in our life. 

 One thing I am learning is how to allow others to help me. I have learnt how fun it is having someone to chat with and remember, someday I will do this for someone else. (or I hope to)

Little by little I am getting excited for my next chapter. Also, I am getting nervous about Spanish school. Will I understand Spanish? Will I be able to speak it fluently? I know I will have many people praying for me so I am sure I will make out just fine. (least that is what everyone says) 

 I will close this post with a quote that stood out to me - " We are to prone to engrave our trials in marble and write our blessings in the sand." - Charles Spurgeon