The House That Fell as Manna From Heaven

Just thought I'd update the blog with the latest on the move...

Last week we took a road trip up North to see if we could secure a place to hang our hats when we rolled back into Santa Rosa in August. Initially, it seemed our timing was a bit off. Every place we went, we were either too early (they couldn't hold a place for us long enough), or too late (they had already found renters.) So, we resigned ourselves to coming up again for another shot in a couple of weeks, which was going to be difficult to arrange.

So when Sunday rolled around, we were hoping we would have an idea of where we were going to end up so we could check out our new church community. But alas, nothing had been decided. So we picked the ward that encompassed the area where the schools were most desirable for the kids and just kept our fingers crossed.

This ward happened to be the same one I grew up in. So, entering that building, there were a lot of familiar faces...many of which were eager to help us find something. When Relief Society began, the R.S. president stood up and announced, "We'd like to welcome Shana Van Cleave, who is visiting today. She used to be Shana Berger and had pig tails when I knew her. She wants to move into the ward with her family. Please let her know if you hear of anything." Within the hour, we had several great leads.

Bottom line, we found a place to live and it's above and beyond what we were hoping for. We'll be living in a great little neighborhood across the street from my old elementary school and a few blocks away from a park. There are FIVE bedrooms, an easily maintainable yard, huge kitchen, family room, living room, and two car garage. And the best part? We will no longer be subjected to the drunken revelers that wander beneath my bedroom window every night as they try to find their cars after a night at Busby's Sports Bar! Can I hear a WOOT WOOT?!?