Six years ago, my family of 6 moved to Panama City, Panama, for a three-year work assignment. Follow us as we navigate truly living in a third culture environment- never knowing when the call to move will come again.
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One More Day...
Tomorrow is Carson's birthday party. I'm busy preparing for that so we'll move Funsy Friday to Saturday! Sound like a plan? Perfecto! See you tomorrow!
Lest you think my life always goes well, we received very bad immigration news today. There is yet another requirement that has to be met before we can renew our paperwork. The problem is not the difficulty of the requirement, but that we don't have enough time before our trip to get the whole process done.
For my kids' hearts.
For my heart.
For some financial recovery.
For favor with immigration.
For God to make a way where there doesn't seem to be one.
For us to still get to go on vacation. (and for us to get back into Panama when it's over)
And, because today is just sucky, we found out that one of Coralynn's favorite friends is moving next week.
When it rains, it pours, and my umbrella broke last week, L
Or maybe I'm just picky. Or fickle. Or anxious. I'm not sure, but I do know that I am suddenly very uneasy about going back to Georgia for a visit.
The kids are doing great here. They really are enjoying themselves, and they have goals for the days and weeks here. They are looking forward to school. They have their SS funny-dress days marked on the calendar. This Sunday is dress-in-bright-colors-for-Pastor-Andrew's-birthday day. They've been talking about what they want to wear.
Tony and I are settling in to life here. Tony really enjoys his job, and I enjoy his satisfaction in his work. I enjoy church, and the kick that it is each week. I'm getting excited about the kids' school and finding a place to fit in there. I love all the new food and the adventure that trying new recipes is.
In short, Panama is becoming our home. It is home for the kids. Tony and I are a little slower to completely adjust, but we no longer wake up and brace for the day. …
First up- the grocery budget. I'm not talking about it. Here's hoping that the wisdom gained in August will allow for a smoother September. (and if I never eat pb&j again...)
As August creeps to a close (Could this month have been any longer?), it's time to update the house savings. As some of you may remember, we are working to save 100% toward our next house. This month, we were able, in spite of the evil grocery budget, to save 120% of our monthly goal. I would be more pleased about that number had I not known where we started the month and the potential savings. Oh well, better luck next month. But there's a problem. I'm not sure I want to do this anymore. I'm just not sure what I want anymore. Pass the syrup, people, I'm waffling!
Yes, I'm a waffle. Money and waffles are a constant for me. Tony laughs that I'll only be happy either living in Bel Air or in the Kenyan Bush. There's no middle ground with me, but this house-sa…