tuesday morning omar and i walked up to the usairways check-in kiosk and were told to see the agent. of course we were. we keep thinking we have thwarted the fact that omar is on the “no fly” list, but evidently leaving out “omar” on his ticket and only putting his first name is not tricky enough for ye olde government.
what follows while we stand there is humorous and awkward. there is lots of typing and license scanning and checking. and we just stand there trying to make a joke of it all.
eventually we land in miami, sans children, and throw ourselves into the world of final church interviews and house hunts. i think it is pretty safe to say we are about 98.5 percent positive we are going to end up in a town 60 miles north of miami. at least i’m finally moving north, right? (wink)
culturally and demographically the town seems worlds away from miami, but at least it is still far enough south for mango trees. and the house we are hoping to rent is only minutes from the beach.
we’re both overwhelmed, nervous, excited, and exhausted. and we haven’t even had an official meeting yet…
perhaps some pictures of our new town will pop up here in the next few days.