I haven't known how many girls I'll have and it's changed from 5 to 6 to a full house of 10 to maybe 8. I'm okay with not knowing for sure because this is something, I'm told, happens here. Even mid year there will be kids leaving because of homesickness and coming because, well, that's just how it goes some times. I'm okay getting ready for the girls, even not knowing how many I'll have exactly, but what was challenging was the different information I was getting as I was preparing for the girls. It was very difficult to try and plan (knowing it could change), but within the same day get 3 different answers that all conflict with each other is tough. Thankfully the other dorm mom and I have become friends and are in the same boat of organization. We were able to go together and get the answers we needed. We sat down and created a page long list of questions we needed answers for before we could continue our prep. We went to our supervisor and went over our questions getting answers (many of which were along the line of, "Your plans sound good... go ahead and keep planning and preparing.").
Once we got our answers we were able to get going. It was as if knowing how we could decorate was a physical block to cleaning the dorms... which would need to be cleaned regardless. There were more questions, but most of them seemed to be along the same line of regardless of that specific answer we couldn't do this other thing that wouldn't matter regardless of what happened.
One thing I'm surprised with is my lack of homesickness. Of course I miss everyone and the city life of stores being open after 9:00pm or not having to drive a minimum of 45 minutes to get to Wal-Mart (no Target's out here), but for the most part I feel like this place is starting to be home. Before the day of 3-conflicting-answers-to-the-same-question I felt like I was on a long vacation or something. I knew I was staying, but my parents and Greg were here to help me move in and unpack (although my dad went on to Texas to get my sister's car from my other sister and my mom ended up getting a kidney stone which she needed to pass before she could continue traveling). With them here I had familiar faces and wasn't really connecting with the staff and my new environment. Don't get me wrong... I loved I had a few extra days before I jumped in with both feet. However, when they left I felt like I had belly flopped and the sting hurt just a bit. Once I got up, shook myself off, spent some time with God who reminded me he's called me here and it's going to be okay I started to settle in and start making this place home.
In the end this is really what it's all about... I've been called here and I'm going to keep wading through until I'm called to leave (which I'm okay if it's when I'm called Home).
Here are some pictures from the drive.
Greg and I are so pretty.
We stopped for dinner and they had these tiaras and we couldn't help but pose for a picture.
Rest stop tea party.
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