The Art of Things Falling Into Place

There is nothing worse than not being in control. And in life, we are never in control. Consider the path of the past few months in our family. When I accepted this new job in London, it sort of lined up a host of things that needed to happen - most or all of which were completely out of our control. Here is a list, in order of how I think of them:

- Our house needed to sell, or get rented out
- We needed to sell our vehicles
- Melia needed to get a job in London
- Melia needed to be able to complete her final class of her MA from the UK
- We needed to get a house here in the UK
- We needed to get the boys enrolled in a new school here
- We needed a plan of what to do with our household goods

The major things, of course, centered around Melia finding a job and our house in Lafayette being taken care of in some manner. So, here is an update:
- We have tenants for our house in Lafayette (thanks to Craigslist). They move in July 1, and have signed a 2 year lease. Yep.
- Melia's final class of her MA is probably the only class that is flexible enough to be done from distance, and her professor has agreed.
- My beloved Xterra sold, literally one day before I was to get on a plane to come to London last time. It sucked, but it had to be done.
- Amnesty Int'l agreed to pay for a container to ship our household goods here to London, and ship them back if and when we move back in the future.
- And...., after a major disappointment, MELIA GOT A TEACHING JOB HERE! Just three days ago, I had decided to look for a house without knowing where Melia would be teaching. I spent the entire weekend driving all over SE England looking at houses. This Saturday, I was just going to take the plunge. On Tuesday, Melia got a call that an interview had been set up. On Wednesday she was interviewed via phone (she is in Mexico right now), and Thursday, a job was offered and accepted.

So, just a couple more things completely out of our control to go. Finding a house (now we have a community to focus in, though), and getting the boys properly enrolled in school for the fall (preferably Melia's new school).

I'm humbled and frightened by the events of the past few months. A tipping point of sorts has been crossed and we are now closer to finding a home in London than living in Lafayette, if that makes sense? Just3 weeks before my family arrives here. Since March, we've lived seperate lives, so their coming here is not just coming to England, but a reuniting of our family after months of disjointedness. It is what we all are looking forward to the most.

This Saturday, I hope to find a house that we might eventually call home.