Gypsies, that is what they call us. We are wandering, homeless and wearing really wild and crazy clothes. Okay, our clothes aren’t that crazy, but we are currently homeless and wandering. If you haven’t heard, we have relocated to Southern Georgia, to a small area just north of Jacksonville Florida. Up until a couple of weeks ago, it never ever occurred to me that I may someday be a peach. A prune perhaps, due to the rains of Kodiak, but not a peach. Well as of today, things are heading in that direction.
Life has been moving fast the last couple of weeks. First of all, we spent a month in the Kissimmee area, while I looked for our next home. During that time we bought a car, got out stuff from Costa Rica, put two kids in college and job hunted like it was moose season. The job hunting turned up several prospects, and one of them was in Miami Florida. So we spent 3 days in Miami while I interviewed for the job. And although the job seemed great, and right up my alley, Miami was a whole different story. It become quickly evident that we are not a Miami type of family. Sad, because I have been a Dolphin’s fan since as long as I can remember. We decided to turn our prospects to a more northern bound location, hence Georgia is on our mind.
I am currently trying to qualify for a job here in St. Mary’s Georgia, one of the oldest towns in the US. This town is known for its history, high school football and for its submarine base. And Lord willing, it will soon be known as the home of the Godfrey clan.
But for right now we are holed up in a 600 sq foot motel room with two beds pull out couch and one bathroom. You can imagine the joy. If we weren’t a close family before, we are close now, and not just mentally, but literally. But in it all we are excited for what is to come, trudging through what is, and trusting God that we will be walking in the direction he has laid out for us. And if that path is lined with peaches, then cobbler is new my favorite food and Falcons are my new favorite bird.