Can you believe it? We are here for 8 days. Well, we are in
the park for 6 days. But, seriously. DISNEY!
By the way, we miss New Mexico but love Portland. We live in
the best neighborhood and the kids go to a great school.
The people are so
kind. I feel like I live in a community. We walk everywhere, even in the rain. In
the short time we’ve been here, I already have the dog, hermit crabs and fish
boarded with one new friend, the turtles with another, and the next-door
neighbor checking for packages and on trash duty. I’m on a first name basis
with the mail carrier, David. He’s holding our mail until we get back. Gerry
has a horrendous drive to work – the only downfall so far. But we are working
on that. We also haven’t found a church home yet, but are working our way
through all the NE Portland churches week by week. We have definitely felt the
spirit.
But before we even thought we would move to Portland, my
mother planned this amazing Disney World trip for my sister’s family, our
family, and her. We are so blessed to be here. She and my sister drove down
yesterday and we flew in this evening. It’s been a long day, but we are happy
to be here. Of course, it’s 10:23 and Billy and Lindsay are still awake, so we’ll
see how tomorrow goes. Epcot with tired people is iffy at best.
The last 4 months have been jam packed with so many huge
events that I’m beginning to wonder if I am becoming a Chaos Junkie.
Chaos –n The state of disorder and/or confusion. Ravage! Bedlam! Havoc! Pandemonium!
Junkie –n A person who is consumed by an addiction.
Chile Festival. Getting the Corrales House ready to sell.
House hunting in Portland. Lindsay’s birthday. Moving. Halloween. New schools.
Thanksgiving. DISNEY! Christmas?
I know chaos junkies and they don’t think they have a
problem, so perhaps admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery.
I actually look forward to boredom.
But it isn’t going to happen this week!
