Hoot the horn.

I've been needing to sit down and write an update for a while, but for some reason every time I open this page, nothing comes out.  Let's give it a try.

We have a new apartment.  It's on the second floor of an apartment building that has good security.  The view from the huge windows in our living room (and from the room Sasha and I share) is completely beach.  There aren't any buildings in front of us, so it's an "unobstructed" view of the ocean.  It is, however, pretty loud during the day because there's a major road that runs in front of our building.  The taxis here are nothing like taxis back home - they are fifteen passenger vans that usually have crazy slogans on the side and loud music blaring from the radio.  Whoever rides shotgun usually hangs out the window and yells the destination of the taxi.  They honk (aka "hoot the horn") a lot.  So we're going to have to get used to the traffic sounds.  Also, we're not far from the PE Airport, so we hear the planes leaving.  And there's a bar (Gypsy Jack's) just across the way and I'm pretty sure that they were having karaoke a few nights ago, because the music was loud and weird.

But it's much better than where we were.

Not that where we were was so completely awful - God really provided and blessed us with that place.  For about a month I got to live with 5 other girls who have come to mean more to me than I ever imagined.  Going through a crazy experience can really bring you close together, you know?

Anyway.  We're out of that house and into an apartment.  

I've never been more thankful for a move.

This week should really start our "official" work.  Diana and I are going to a primary school tomorrow and Thursday, soup kitchen on Wednesday morning, team small group and youth events on Friday night.  It doesn't sound like a lot, but the days go by quicker than I'd like to admit.  I'm still searching for ways to plug in, and for the energy to do it, but things are gettting better.

It's so hard.  It really is.  I've learned a lot of things about myself that I don't really like - I have serious pride issues, and a hesitancy when it comes to letting myself really care for people.  Not really sure where those come from, but I'm thankful that I at least know that they exist.  

Better to be painfully aware of your problems than to be oblivious and never grow, you know?

But the point is, I'm trying.  Every day.  

That's really all I know to say for now, so I hope that's okay.

I miss you guys, and I love you.