Adventure Updates: Part Three

Today was the last of three days apartment hunting in good ‘ol PDX.

My mother leaves first thing in the morning and I will be alone with my new city.

Small, teeny-tiny problem: I am homeless.

That’s okay though. For the strangest, most peculiar reason I am not in the least bit afraid.

In fact, although it may seem exceedingly foolish, I am excited. I have fought tooth and nail for this move, attempting to prove that Portland is the city where I need to be.

Everything I need exists here. And let me tell you, that’s a pretty tall order.

This is a move I have prayed so hard about I am certain I’ve bent God’s ear. The first two days proved fruitless in the search for home. And so after a strong start this morning, my mother and I stopped for coffee… and stopped looking.

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In the past couple of years, I have had very little time to sit down with my mother and have a good time. As a working mom with four kids and a handful of jobs, her time is as limited as it comes, and what few minutes she has to spare she gives freely to those who need it.

I cannot even recall the last time we explored a new city together, and we have traveled the world.

So we took a step back, left it in the Lord’s hands, and decided to enjoy the day.

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Walking down Hawthorne (my mother’s first trip down this particular strip) we ate, drank and laughed. We stumbled across a courtyard full of food carts, the most appealing of which was a crepe cart. Cute, twinkling lights were strung up behind the three ladies spreading paper-thin layers of batter across the hot cooking surface.

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So we did what we do best. We sat down and ate.

The crepe was incredible. Light, thin and perfectly golden, we selected a crepe that held in between each of it’s layers a sticky, sweet smear of dulce de leche, rum and caramelized plantain.

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The best way I can describe our situation is to say this: our lack of movement was not based out of laziness, frustration or simply giving up. I think the only way to gauge the situation is to say that I have complete faith in where I am going.

Spending time with the people who are most important takes precedence over even something as imperative as finding a place to live.

For some crazy odd reason, I feel God’s call on my life. I’m going to end up here. I just don’t know how, and I’m not afraid. In the meanwhile? Maybe I need to focus on what matters.

And those crepes were mad good.

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