Jenn and I are moving to the states on Wednesday. Oklahoma, for now. Who knows about later. I feel as if we're being violently uprooted and slung out onto the compost heap.
The violence here is escalating and coming increasingly closer to Ocotlan. In fact, it's here.
Looks like we might lose our visa status and everything I've worked so hard to achieve with immigration for the last six years. I'm going to give it the yeoman's effort for a while and see if I can't maintain it from afar, even if that involves a plane trip here in July or September. Technically, it's not possible, but I also know that you can practically do whatever you want if you're willing to pay. That I am.
On the bright side, our child will be born in a state-of-the-art American hospital and maybe I can finish a degree in something or other.
I would most definitely like to return to the mission field at some point in the future, but practically speaking, the older I get, the less likely I'll be able to adapt to something so totally new. I still like to think that I'm flexible enough to do it. Who knows?
We've sold everything and are escaping with only our books and clothes and a few momentos. I'm talking about a LOT of books and not so many clothes. Priorities. ha
My brother wants to sell us his house in Ft. Worth, Texas and I'm actually kind of interested. I've always liked that part of the country. And the house is the right price. We've been pre-approved for a loan in Oklahoma and I don't think updating the approval would be that difficult. Yet another "Who knows".
Jeri, I just might get to meet you in person yet! :)
I'm glad you're safe.
Welcome home.