Movin' On Up To The East Side
actually, it would be more like "movin' on DOWN to the southwest side."we’re moving into a basement.
we’re moving out of our lovely, warm three-bedroom home with a fenced-in backyard (complete with a plum tree) and into the less-than-private, concrete-floored, exposed-ceiling basement of a sweet, older couple that doug works with and knows.
i am humbled and amazed at God’s provision, but sad. and overwhelmed. and sad. i love my home. even though we rent, it’s been HOME for me for the past three years—the past 2 ½ years for doug and me together. i know, i know—some people have lived in their homes for decades and are forced to move. that’s sad, too—really, it is. but i haven’t ever experienced that, so i can only relay the feelings i’m having about this situation right now. and they’re definitely not the greatest feelings i’ve ever had. yes, i realize how incredibly ungrateful and selfish and western i sound. (as well as sounding like a whining toddler.) i know that this basement we’re moving into would be a palace for millions whom have never known a warm home. plus, although i don’t sound thankful, i am, and i can’t get over the generosity of these two that i literally do not even know; they’re offering their home (kitchen and laundry room use, too) for practically nothing in return for i suppose as long as we need to stay (two years). how can i complain about anything? (i suppose because i’m too damn selfish and self-centered and western.)
i’m kind of proud of myself for this post (if i actually go through with publishing it)—i attempted to write transparently, not to try to sugar-coat everything or try to make every word perfect and pretend i’m anywhere close to being as good a writer as some of my peers. i can’t compete. (i do want to be transparent. i sincerely just wish i were “comfortable in my own skin,” as the saying goes, but i suppose i’m just not. i always worry what other people will think—why do i care so much? perhaps some of it goes back to my childhood and the horrible names i was called like mac truck or, the worst, medusa. but that’s for another post.)
anyway
the other day i was really encouraged by my dear friend with these words, “i know how sad you really are (even though you tried to make the message sound positive), but i really do think this is an answer to prayer. it is so great that you will be able to just ‘help with the utilities’ and save everything else! your day to make another home will come...just not right now.” and then again this morning by her older sister, “I’ve been meaning to congratulate you on your decision and opportunity to move in with some friends. I know it’s tough to leave behind your first home with Doug, but that’s such an exciting opportunity to have to pay off some debt and save for the future. That’s such a mature decision and you’ve gotta be proud of making that one. Besides, it might be really fun.”
thanks, God.
thanks, Malcolms.
thanks, McClains.
p.s. speaking of sugar-coating, here's a recipe for some incredible treats:
SUGAR NUTS
4 ½ c. nuts
2 c. sugar
1 c. water
½ t. cinnamon
Combine all the ingredients in a Teflon skillet and cook on medium heat. Stir occasionally. The more the mixture thickens, the more you need to stir. Cook until the sugar crystallizes on the nuts and pour out on wax paper to cool. These can be stored in an air tight container for a couple of weeks it you need to. (They probably won't last that long because they're SO GOOD.) You can use pecans or almonds...or both?
all for now @
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