To make things more interesting, in April, we decided to move 1000 miles from Camp Verde, AZ (where all my family lives) to New Braunfels, TX (where we know NO ONE) in the hopes of finding work for my husband and getting me back home with my kiddos. The first hurdle? Ryan needs a truck. (Unfortunately, he had traded his truck in for a smaller car with smaller payments in December!) Deciding to be 'wise,' we buy a 1999 Chevy utility truck we find on Craigslist with our dwindling tax refund and sell Ryan's car for what we owe to my cousin. We will drive to Texas in two vehicles--Ryan pulling a trailer of our belongings behind his truck, while I follow in my little Corolla with our three kids (ages 3, 5, and 8).
With no leads on buyers for our home, we decide to rent it. The people renting the house are wonderful, so we know they will take care of our home. And they even drop hints that if they like it they might decide to buy it. Hmmm. We bend over backwards to make them happy--including agreeing on a June 1st move-in date on May 25th and leaving ALL of our furniture.
We end up trading in my Corolla for a 2002 Chevy that can pull the trailer and hold all 5 of us. I will be without a vehicle in TX, but at least we'll be there! A week later, June 12, we are on our way again. About 90 miles later, just outside of Phoenix, we decide to get some gas & snacks before heading across the desert. Ryan notices that all the tread on all the tires of the trailer is completely gone. Four new tires later, we are back on the road. Thankfully we were just minutes away from a tire place, instead of stranded in the middle of the desert!
We are now 2 hours behind schedule on our 14 hour drive. About 4 hours from our destination (11pm Texas time), Ryan decides to stop and rest for a few minutes. So, we pull into a Wal-Mart in Ft. Stockton, TX. Where we sleep all night. In the truck. :-(
Finally, we get to our destination--some friends of Ryan's parents whom we have never met, but who have generously asked us to stay in their casita (a one bedroom, one bathroom guest room) in Bandera, TX. We arrive Sunday around noon, and, with an appointment with a realtor to scout out rentals on Monday, I know we will be in a house by the end of the week.
Unfortunately, a huge flood in New Braunfels, which we thankfully missed with our vehicle drama, has created a run on the rental market. Any house or apartment immediately available has been snapped up by the 100 families put out of their homes by the flood. We stop at house after house, only to have the realtor call, shake her head, and say, "They just got a contract."
Finally, after about 8 hours of searching with all the kids and no lunch...we pull up in front of a cute house downtown--right where we want to be! She calls...and the house, which had been under contract until 5 MINUTES ago!, is now available. We sign papers that afternoon. The bad news--no house until July 3rd.
|Our New House!|
Finally, it's July 3rd. We leave Bandera and head to New Braunfels. 20 miles into the 60 mile trip, Ryan hears a strange noise and looks out his window, only to see a tire bouncing down the road. Pulling into a parking lot, we find that it, is, indeed, our tire--one of the brand new tires from the trailer has completely separated from the trailer and bounced into someone's car. Good news--no damage to their vehicle. Bad news--there is no way to fix the wheel and we are stuck in Boerne, TX, with all of our stuff on the back of a trailer that we can't move.
What now? We rent a U-Haul. After about an hour of confusion, we finally find one that's open and has a truck--the biggest one they have. We have to unload the trailer onto the UHaul before we can get on our way. Fortunately, the 3 weeks we spent with the Embrees made them like us a lot! Mr. Embree came, with his son & daughter-in-law, to help us load the U-Haul and to haul the empty trailer back to their place.
Finally! We make it to New Braunfels and our cute little house. Where we have absolutely no furniture--well, except for the two card tables and 5 chairs I managed to squeeze into the trailer and the three blow up mattresses we bought for the kids to sleep on at the Embree's.
What happens next is the miracle of Texas hospitality. One neighbor comes over with 3 camp cots for the kids. Yay! Three beds. (And that means that Ryan & I have blow up mattresses to sleep on!) And the other neighbor brings us a real, live kitchen table with 5 chairs! Even better, on Sunday, the real estate agent brings us a full tray of Subway sandwiches to enjoy--that feeds us for 3 days!
|Megan in the kids' room with their cots|
Ryan left his first nightmarish job two weeks ago and is now working with one of the finest builders in New Braunfels, TX, and I am, of course, still teaching my online classes. Still busy, still struggling a bit, but knowing that there is hope, a light at the end of the tunnel. Through it all, we saw that God was watching out for us. And we realized that we may not have a bed to sleep on, but we have each other, and that's what counts. Is it any wonder that my favorite Bible verse has always been Romans 8:28: "All things work together for good for those who love the Lord and are called according to His purpose."
So, why do I need a summer vacation? To celebrate that God is good. To celebrate my beautiful family. And to celebrate a new beginning.