Movin' on up...

I’m no longer searching for place to live.  God is good and He provides, and I get to live with one of my favorite people in a house that I have been in love with since the first time I saw it.

I think I am going to have to drive a U-Haul, though.

Nothing can go wrong with that, right?

My ex-husband has agreed to help me load up all of the furniture that he has been kind enough to allow me to keep at the house while this whole mess was getting sorted out and finalized.  He is a big dude, and his assistance will be a major, major blessing.  

I have a hard time driving my Ford Focus.  I can’t park between two lines, and I almost rear-end someone weekly. 

Okay.  I lied.  I almost rear-end someone daily.

I have lots of furniture… an entire living room suite, table, chairs, a bedroom suite, and tons of wall fixtures and decorations.  Therefore, I am going to have to rent one of the bigger U-Hauls. 

Again, nothing can go wrong with that… right?

I’m trying to think of a worst case scenario.  But with my luck, there are about a dozen.

The ex and I are at a point where we are actually getting along.  When we talk, it is friendly conversation and it is evident that we did, and to an extent always will, care about one another. 

For this reason, I think it will be wise for me to park the truck at the road and let him pull it into the driveway and down to the house.  I’m not totally sure he and I would be able to remain completely amicable if I accidentally ran a 17 foot truck through his home.  It might set us a few steps back in the process of healing, forgiving, and moving on.

No doubt, me driving a huge truck will be quite an adventure. 

Heck, with my combined lack of luck and grace, a walk to the kitchen turns into an adventure.

True Story: The very first wreck that I ever had happened when I was on my way home from driving school.  I swear on my life. I had just left Town Creek (dang cop gave me a ticket for running a red light AND following too close) and was headed back to the dorms at UNA.  I looked at my cell phone and not at the road… and boom went the Bronco. Yeah… that was not a fun phone call to make to my Daddy.  (Especially since he didn’t know until then that I had been forced to go to driving school in the first place.)

I’m so good at life.  Really.