So this past weekend I ventured down to Oregon to visit sister and then go apartment hunting. Friday I got to go to camp with her and hang out with her campers. It was a lot of fun I got to do some of he high elements up in the trees. So fun!
Saturday was apartment day, but things didn’t go so well. So here’s the short version of things: we were super late on the way to our first appointment, got very lost, then I go a parking ticket, we got lost again, drove around looking for parking for 20 minutes, and then things majorly fell apart…
We looked at one of sister’s friends apartments right off one of the busiest streets in downtown Portland, the exact opposite of where I pictured living. I told her this and she was not willing to compromise about the area sue wanted to live in so it came down to me deciding to give up what I want to live in Portland or to stick with my gut and say no. So I did.
And that brings me to this, I am officially not moving to Portland. Which was really a hard decision to come to but being in the city just didn’t feel right it didn’t feel like I fit there. And if I’m going to make a big life changing decision like that I want it to feel right.
It’s like when I was trying to decide what school I wanted to go to. I visited several schools and some felt okay, some not so great, but when I set foot on the campus that is now my alma mater I knew. It felt right, I knew that was where I was supposed to be. I’m not saying I need to have some magical happy feeling for every decision I make but in my gut I just knew it wasn’t the right choice for me.
So Saturday was rough and disappointing, and things with sister were filled with tension for the remainder of the weekend but things have definitely turned around for the next year.
I came home planning to find a place on my own nearby because I am done living in my little bedroom. So Dad and I drove around and even looked at a few places and we were feeling pretty good, we even found a great place and put my name on a waiting list.
The next day, I was meeting up with my fellow girl YL leaders for a little dinner and game night. They all wanted to know what was up with my life for next year, so I filled them in, and then Ashley suggested that I live with her and our mutual friend Laura. (Earlier this year, Ashley had mentioned that she and Laura had talked about living with me in case Portland didn’t work out.) Talk about a perfect opportunity! So I found myself two new roommates who also want a dog or maybe two. We are going to find a house together not too far from out hometown, and I am feeling so blessed about how things worked out. The girls had almost moved into a two bedroom place a few weeks ago but didn’t feel right about it, I’m totally feeling like this was a God thing and am so stinking excited about the adventure ahead!