Ahhh, BZPower. It feels good to be someplace familiar. But I have a lot to explain, seeing as I'm not in Florida.
Long story short, I now live in Texas, not Florida.
Short story long...
My family and I left for Florida in mid September. We rented a Penske truck, but couldn't fit all our stuff so we bought a small, old, rusty, open trailer to carry the rest. Emphesis on old and rusty. On the way there, (my dad driving the truck and towing the trailer, the rest of us in a car behind him) on the second day, the trailer had a blowout, but we got it fixed. On the third day, the trailer's dumping mechenism latch broke off and I caught the drama on film. My dad did some sort of MacGyver thing to it to fix it. On the third day, the same tire blew out, and we got it fixed it again. All this happened on the highway, of course.
So we were in Florida, but the house we were going to rent fell through, so we had to stay in a hotel for a couple of nights until we found a house. About two (maybe even three) days later we found a house and moved in. And we stayed there for less than two weeks before we decided that we probably should have moved to Texsas in the first place. It was where we were originally going to go, but then dout seeped in and corrupted our thinking. There were also more personal reasons that I don't think I can share right now.
Anyway, we re-packed and loaded up an even bigger truck (not Penske, I forgot which service it was) so we can go to where we believed we were supposed to go. Once we got here we started searching for houses, but with no luck. Places were being rented out so quickly because of all the hurricane evacuees. But we kept searching. Last Sunday we visited a church that my parents wanted to visit since before we moved here. It's so much nicer than any other we've visited. Most churches, people ignore you, and seem a little shallow. Like it's all just part of their weekend routine. But here, was different. I actually felt welcomed, and made some friends. (Or, close aquantences) Which is rather unusual for me. But it feels good. I haven't had friends for almost three years! And a family there offered to house us while we searched for a house.
So here I am on their computer typing this as I blow my nose (and wash my hands, of course) due to a cold. We found a really nice house, and will be moving in tomorrow! [/good news] Which means I'll have a lot of physical labor awaiting me tomorrow. Ugh... [/bad news] Fourth time un/loading a truck in the span of a month. XP
Well, I need to go to bed. It's late. But first maybe a few more chapters of this Ted Dekker novel.
*blows nose*