We are on the last feet of common ground.  Or at least familiar.  We will rent a storage room for a month, and live with friends for a couple days each until we have something more permanent.  We've unofficially rejected the basement apartment opportunity.  The little controlling things pushed me over the edge- laundry only 3 days a week, between 11pm and 7am and no males over ever are a few examples.  I can count the times we've had guys over on one hand, but if we have a casual party, only girls can come?  Boy do I hate to feel restricted/constricted.  This weekend, numerous people/friends at church offered us a couch as we transition, and we're taking them up on that.  Aren't friends great?  I want to be able to offer friends a couch/brownies, etc.  Some day.  There's still a possibilty that we'll find a place in the area, but we're also looking in Florida.

Today is wonderful and semi-spring, and Monday.  I can't say that there is anything out of the ordinary or over-the-top, but I feel at peace, and two reasons that I'm happy/grateful/excited are: 1) we hung out with Tan Dave last night and 2) I've got a dentist appointment this week close to work.  Last night, Tan Dave called, was in Virginia, and before I knew it, we were hanging out and it was so good to see him.  He's one of the nicest and most full-of-life people I've met.  I enjoy any time we get to spend together.  As far as the dentist goes, I've had a loose crown for a little while now, and my insurance card came this weekend, and I was able to get an appointment this same week.  (I'll gladly take prayer for my tooth- I'm hoping it needs nothing more than glue but can we really tell God what we want to happen?  and also prayer for housing choices and the people that are gracious enough to open their homes to us- oh, and for Amber- she hurts- her collar bone, back, everything?  Thanks!).