the past few weeks our house has been filled with talk of “what next?” do we stay in miami? what do we do if we stay? most of the time omar just stares at me with his mouth open wondering who took his wife, did a funky mind trick on her and then put her back. my umm…distaste? for miami was fairly strong the first few years we lived here. and then over the course of the last few months – well, i am kind of learning to like it. i am able to see myself here for a few more years.
we both enjoy a certain part of town and have started talking about possible church planting there. and while our apartment is cozy and has a great kitchen, an extra bedroom would be kind of nice. and the next thing we know we are two steps away from renting an old (by miami standards) 1925 house downtown. the realtor was french and i’m a sucker for accents so she probably could have shown us anything and i would have come close to taking it. and when anyone says, “but you are so wonderful. i like you so much!” with a lovely thick french accent i will evidently throw caution to the wind, consider breaking our lease and pack up in one week.
morning hit us along with our sanity and we decided to stay put for now. and do you know what the first thoughts that came into my head were? they weren’t about the fact that we’d have to wait on moving into the community we’re beginning to enjoy. and they weren’t about the fact that the house was quite cute and had a backyard with a mango tree – and i love love love mangoes. they had to do with our beloved la-z-boy recliner, a hook, and a hutch. ”good, now our chair is safe from the scratches it probably would have acquired during the move and we just put up the apron hook and the hutch so we can’t possibly move yet.” i get excited about new homes but not the moving part.
