Next Step

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Monday the boys and I house hunted.  The villa's above the university where the Gallant's live proved to be beautiful.  The scenery was refreshing and the atmosphere wholesome and inspiring compared to the city.  The homes were quite pricey, even for American standards.  So no final decisions were made.  Other than I needed Darron to come and see it all with me: from the city to the villa's.  This decision would truly take a family togetherness and heavenly wisdom.  The advantage to living in the city is that we would be able to language learn with hundreds if not thousands of people.  Living in the villa's the children would be free to play outside and all of us could take a deep breath; however, five days a week we would have to travel many hours on public transportation.

Monday afternoon, the boys and I road on a rented van back to Jakarta.  All of us thought Darron was the best sight we had seen in a while.  All of us chatted away with so much to share: he from Papua and us from Bandung.

Today, Tuesday, we have been to the immigration office.  Extremely thankful for connections that have zipped us through long lines and who knows what else.  We will pack up tonight and head to Bandung in the morning to begin our 4 months of adventure there.  Hopefully we can stay in a guest house while we house hunt.  So to the next step of our Big Adventure.....  stay tuned.

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  1. American Swede PhotographyAugust 23, 2011 at 7:19 PM

    I'll be praying for the perfect furnished house for you, Ruth. Including a washing machine. :) Sending you hugs!

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