As Wickham so poignantly said...

"But, the carriage awaits. Duty and honour call me to the north. And so, come, my dear. Let us say not farewell, but as the French have it, Au Revoir!"


Well, our "carriage" was a yellow box truck, "duty" is code for a new season of life, and "the north" is still below the Mason-Dixon line (a very important detail...).

The last few weeks of July found us saying our goodbyes (for now).  We enjoyed meals with friends, parties together, and lots of prayers for our new adventure.  Joined by friends and family, we packed and prepared to move out and make way for our wonderful new friends, the Clarks.


When Saturday morning came, many tears fell as we drove away, but soon the scenery outside cheered our hearts.  Traffic and a downpour in Atlanta couldn't dampen our spirits as we sang, chatted on the walky-talkies, and snapped photos.  A brief stay in Greenville and then more driving brought us to the DC area and to family.  We spent the night with my dearest cousin and got ready for the last short leg to our destination: Maryland, home for the next 10 months.

We were greeted by two families, our host family, the Hoffmans, and another sweet family, who helped unload all our belongings and fed us lunch.  Another family left a gift basket of tea treats, chocolate, and books. (Do they know us, or what?) We unpacked over the next couple of days, met our Maryland Berrys (who brought brownies) and a fellow Pastor's College family.  

The girls and I found a lovely, scenic drive that landed us at a shopping center, and we spotted new places and parks to frequent. Sunday, we attended our (temporary) new church, and ate out (a luxury we won't splurge on often!).


A week later, we're still settling into a routine, still trying to find homes for our things, still snapping a photos, and hopefully starting school. 


We miss home an awful lot but are already seeing God use our "extended vacation" in excellent ways. Who could ask for anything more?


Wickam suggest Au revoir, but, in the spirit of the Mr. J, we'd rather opt for "See you later." So, a tout a l'heure!