Better late than never

Sarah waiting for the tire to be repaired

Well the last update came to you while we were sitting on the side of the highway in Chicago rush hour traffic. O happy day! We did get the tire fixed and were on our way after a several hour delay. Of course Sarah was oblivious since she sat and read a book the whole time.

The tire that decided to split after 1200 miles with us! Praise God that it was the rear tires and not the front.

We did arrive safely, which is the most important thing. We signed the lease and the leasing consultant brought us over to show us that everything was working in the place. To cap off a long day, within only a matter of minutes (probably closer to 1 minute) of being in the apartment for the first time, our dog Patches (aka Stinky Pete) decides to add his special mark to the brand new carpet right in front of the leasing consultant. Talk about an embarrassing moment, but at this point of the day, what did it matter?




Patches (aka Stinky Pete) locked up after the incident.







Soon after we arrived, some wonderful friends, our Pastor and his family arrived to help unload the truck. Since we were delayed getting here, we were forced to hold off going to the storage unit until Saturday morning because you do not go anywhere fast on a Friday afternoon in Chicago. But once again, my God has everything under control even when I don't have a clue that His hands all over what is happening. We not only were able to get unloaded, but had furniture placed, beds set up, kitchen partly put away and our friend Alice even put all our bathroom items away. This was a relief by the next day.
Probably the biggest highlight of this day first day in Chicago was that we had some REAL pizza for the first time in several years! This last sentence is not an attack on Floridians, but the truth is the truth. In fact, one of the guys who cleaned our carpets on our last morning in Florida, said that there is not good pizza there. He was from the New Jersey area. What this means to everyone in Florida is that you are living a deprived life and must come visit Chicago (in the summer of course) and have some great pizza. Then again, it could be like the missionary team who found a lost tribe in the remote jungles of the Amazon. One member started to give them a chocolate bar, but was stopped. Since they had never tasted chocolate before, they would never be able to have it again and did not know what a great taste they were missing. As I type this, the thought just popped into my head. What are the odds that a chocolate bar would not melt in the rain forest?
This is the first of many entries to come to keep everyone up to date about what is going on.