Forty minutes till the library opens. Forty minutes to write a post before I dive into my homework. Now, for the update…
We left our home in Washington, knowing that we were feeling led back to California. All Abby knew was that she was going to see more of her grandparents, aunts and uncles, and good buddies, and that she would be able to go to a big beautiful library and swim in her pool (be it one at our apartment or Auntie Sharon’s). What we didn’t know was where we would live, and what would really occupy our time.
While it feels like months ago, we’ve been here only 3 weeks. We got to California on Tuesday, January 5th, and were instantly showered with love from our families. Josh’s mom (Grandma Dell) opened her home to us, better than any hotel we could have stayed at. Zack took this opportunity to push 3 new teeth through his tiny gums, so with him being the exception, we were very comfy and got plenty of rest. Oh, and then me and the kiddos caught a cold . . . ok, not so much fun. But, within the first week, we got to celebrate Christmas with both families, enjoy my dad’s tri-tip, Josh’s mom’s yummy breakfasts, and Josh’s grandma’s famous cookie tray. Pretty sure we’ve all put on a little weight since we’ve been here 🙂 .
For a month leading up to our flight home, and throughout the first week, Josh and I had been hunting for a place to call our own, and were feeling pretty discouraged. The cost of living being higher here, and the uncertainty of where some of our income would come from, left me feeling pretty stressed. Josh has been blessed with an interim position assisting with the youth and music at our old church home, Camarillo Christian Church, but we would need to supplement with an additional job somewhere. However, talk about wanting to have AND eat our cake, we also were not interested in sacrificing our sacred family time for comfort’s sake. Enter God’s timely reminder that HE is bigger than monetary things. Within the span of two days, Josh was hired on at the Starbucks he pulled his first shot at, and we got the keys to THE PERFECT home. This is the best part…
On a whim, Josh inquired about our old landlord to a few friends of ours. We had rented a great condo, shortly after we were married, from one of the sweetest women we had ever met. This condo, which had belonged to her family for many years, was a 2 bed + bonus room, 2 bath place, just a stone’s throw away from the church, a Starbucks (and the angels sang), and Rolling Pin Donuts (drool). Josh called up sweet landlady and found out our old condo was vacant. Awesome. So, back in the day, it was rented to us way too affordably 8 years ago when we first moved in, so when we met with the owner, we planned on paying a LOT more. So, you can believe our relief (shock, peace) when she told us we would only need to pay the same rent we paid when we first lived here (and the angels sang again . . . only this time for real). What an incredible blessing at a perfect time.
So, since this post is getting so long, and there’s only so much I can say without showing pictures, here is what we have captured so far of our town, our move, and our house.
View of Camarillo from the Conejo Grade . . .
View from Josh’s mom’s driveway . . .
View from the Camarillo Christian Church parking lot . . .
Another iPhone sunrise . . .
View from Great Grandma Yolly’s back door . . .
The amazing moving men (and fabulous moving woman 😉 ) of Camarillo . . .
Don’t let their size fool you. Carter and Abbott also got in on unpacking the truck . . .
And without further ado, a really long video of a tour around our VERY VERY messy new home (yeah, hold on to your seats . . . this is almost exciting) . . .