As I write this, I am avoiding the dishes in the sink and the clothes all over our bedroom floor. I thought I would write a little update on our mountain life situation. It has certainly been a wild ride!


Four days before our big move, we got a call from our Tehachapi renter saying that the apartment we had decided on was filled with mold, and we would have to find someplace else while it was being renovated. Um, ok. Thanks for the heads up! Needless to say, all of Thursday afternoon and evening was filled with online research and phone calls to apartment complexes begging for shelter. I made an appointment with one apartment manager for the next day, and my mom and sister kindly offered to come along and help me check it out. Joe was not able to come, as he had his big senior project presentation in the morning and a final in the afternoon.


Thank God I had my mom and sister. They are way more bold and experienced than I am, so they basically asked all the money questions and voiced their opinions. The apartment manager was willing to work with us so that we could move in the following Monday, granted that our credit report checked out and that I could provide them proof of Joe's income. Long story short, I picked up a printed declaration of employment from Joe's Tehachapi employer and turned it in. Because the manager's supervisor was not in that day, we would have to wait till Monday morning to hear the final word.

Monday morning. The morning that we are supposed to be on the road hauling our whole lives with us to our new town. It was definitely a discouraging time. Why would God provide a place for Joe to work but not a place for us to live? We just had to pray and be patient. That weekend was sheer stress. Both our families were in SLO to see Joe graduate, and we did the rest of the packing and loading into the moving truck. My parents were packing/moving superstars!


Monday morning rolled around, and we had decided just to go, even though there was no guarantee all our stuff would have a home. We had to get to Tehachapi anyway, and Monday was the only day we had extra hands to help move (my parents). On the way there, the apartment manager called Joe and said that the printed proof of income was not enough, because he hadn't started working yet. So we would have to pay the security deposit, first month's rent and last month's rent. Okay, we understand. Unfortunately, we don't have immediate access to $2,100 in a town with no Bank of America, Wells Fargo, or a credit union. Thanks to my parents, we were able to scrape together enough money to satisfy the manager for a while, and we go the okay to move in.


We got all our furniture and boxes into the apartment, and then bid adieu to my wonderful mom and dad.


Well, no electricity. No gas either, which means no hot water and a stove that we couldn't use. Joe made some calls to the appropriate companies, and we spent the first night in a hotel with Burger King and a bottle of wine.


After twenty-four hours we got electricity, but it wouldn't be for another week that we would get the gas turned on. I tried taking ONE cold shower, but it probably sounded like I was hyperventilating with all the ruckus I made. After that I swore off bathing. Aside from not being able to cook without a microwave or bathe, that week really wasn't that bad. We slept in, went to a Dodger game with Dad, and got to know the town a little.


For now we are living in this apartment month-to-month, and hopefully by the end of July we will be in a more permanent apartment.


All I can say is, God did put a roof over our heads, and He knows what He's doing!

Well, I fell off the wagon again. Do I feel guilty? Not really. Joe and I have been cramming time in with friends and coast activities the past two weeks, trying to soak up as much San Luis Obispo as possible before we head out. I've also been working in overdrive trying to tie up loose ends before my last day at work (which was yesterday).

It doesn't feel real yet. When we moved here to SLO last summer, I knew what I was getting in to I knew we'd be here for a year while Joe was in school, that I would work a full-time job, and that we would be attending an awesome church. This next chapter of our life holds many more unknowns. There are a lot more cliffhangers this time around.

1.) I don't have a job. I'm 22 years old. I've always had school or work to do. Sure, there were summers that I didn't work or didn't have summer school, but it's been a few years since I've really had time off. I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself, and that's a little scary. I don't want to be the lazy housewife who sleeps in, watches soap operas, and wears sweats all day. I want to be productive and useful. How does one be useful without a job, children, or even a church to volunteer for? That's something I am praying through and trying to figure out. We move in a week, so I guess I'll find out soon enough!

2.) We aren't acquainted with any churches in the area. We have had a few suggestions (which we are grateful for) and will be investigating our options, but this is the first time that we as a couple don't know who our earthly shepherd is. One of Joe's closest friends counselled him not to look for a church with the expectation of being served and wowed, but with the intention of serving and encouraging that congregation. Our pastor's wife advised us to attend a church more than once in order to fully understand and absorb their theology and doctrine. (This was good advice for me. I think I would have gone once, and if the church didn't meet my "standards" I would have never given it a second thought.)

3.) We don't know how Joe's job will be. He'll be working 4 ten-hour days, instead of 5 eight-hour days. He was warned that overtime is to be expected, so he may end up working 5 ten-hour days most weeks. Joe has worked full-time over summers, but not over-time. He is super excited and thankful for a job in the field that he is interested in (aerospace). I'm a little concerned about him being burned out by the end of the week, but I know the Lord will sustain him. (This is another reason why I want to find some kind of work soon. I don't want to be unproductive while my husband is bending over backwards to provide for us.)

4.) Because we don't know how he will like his job, our living situation is tentative. We have a six-month lease on a two-bedroom apartment, and after the six months we can choose to pay month-to-month (a huge blessing). If he likes his job and we feel that God is intending us to stay in Tehachapi long-term, then we want to save up and buy a home as soon as possible. If he doesn't like his job, then we'd like to look for a house to rent for a couple years while he gains some work experience. Basically, we know we will be in that apartment for six months, but beyond that we have absolutely no idea.

A snapshot of our new apartment in the winter. I don't know how I will survive the snow!

5.) God is still reconciling me to the idea that we won't live close to family. Granted, we are still in California, and Tehachapi is only two and a half hours away from our hometown. I find myself feeling anxious about when it comes time for us to have kids. I still can't imagine not being able to drop off little Joseph Jr. at my parents so that Joe and I can have a date night. Or spontaneously having a playdate with his cousins. I think this time in San Luis Obispo has made me more open to being without my family when it's just me and Joe, but I'm still resisting a future where our babies will be without family.

I think the fact that I am uncomfortable with all these unknowns tells me how much I want to be in control of my own life, and how I'd like to think I know what's best for me and our future kids. At the end of the day, my Savior knows what's best, and He is working all things for good to those who love Him (Romans 8:28).