Our first summer was insane.
It was an incredible welcoming to an area of the world that we were new to.
BBQ’s, Church get togethers, board game evenings, meals together… People knew how to make us feel welcome and loved. We needed it.
Daniel took me up to Yellow Aster Butte, it was crazy.
There were hundreds of flies… that was the negative.
We camped out on a night where the skies were so clear.
The was a meteor shower that night… I was sat on what it seemed to be the top of the world with a friend I had known for about a decade.
It was again a great intro to the area and what was available.
Snowboarding, skiing in the winter, summers by lakes and up mountains.
What else could we want?
The biggest issue in my mind throughout all of this was that I still didn’t have my green-card.. And I hated not providing or my family.
We were house sharing with an incredibly generous and loving couple.
The sharing wasn’t hard. The dependance on others who had earned the right to have their house was the issue to me. I felt like I was robbing them of their earned privacy and home life.
One of the hardest things I have learnt is to allow people to bless us as a family. To give them the opportunity to bless and give to us.
And for me to be thankful for it.
That is still something that I am learning to this day.
An amazing city right on the border to Canada.
Hipsters. Beards. Longboards. Tye dye shirts. Breweries.
Small breweries popping up everywhere. It’s an incredible place to live. But not so incredible for a person who has struggled with a dependence on alcohol.
But it’s a refreshing place to live.
Close to the mountains, waterfalls, bays, greenery. Bellingham is a great balance between town and countryside.
It has the feel of small city with the fast paced life style but the incredible option to drive five minutes down the road to get lost by a lake or into the tree line.
The first date Rachel and I go on is a walk by the bay. We grab a coffee and watch the sunset.
We breath a simultaneous sigh of relief.. we made it.
Tonight we get to go and explore as a couple for the first time in Bellingham.
We have a babysitter.
We have a list of places to check out.
We are ready to go.
We go to the filling station. Burgers named after cars.. Nice.
Downtown Bellingham is picturesque.
Amazing buildings, quirky decor (red fish and chips bus, telephone box etc…). A nice touch of home.
We walk along Boulevard park. A walk way over the bay. Sun setting. Nice.
We take a seat.
Look over the bay with the sun setting.
Coffees in hand.
We have landed.
We say a prayer of thanks for getting us to our next stop in this crazy journey.
Date night fulfilled.
Time to get the boys.
Still no green card but definitely not the worst night to have.
Its moving day.
Brian and his son have come from Bellingham to help us with the move. U-haul trailer. Car loaded up. Ready to go.
Hugs and goodbyes are said.
Off on the journey we go.
It is a 385 mile journey, 6-8 hours.
The things is I can’t drive.
I don’t have my license. I don’t even have a permit. So I can’t even partner up with the driving.
There is nothing I dislike more than being a passenger. I like to be in control. This is not what was happening.
My wife is a fantastic driver. She is an incredible mum.
I am not a good mum. Far from it actually.
I will look at it now and admit.. I wasn’t a good parent at that time. I lost my patience, I got frustrated. To be honest there is no real way that you can solve kids screaming and shouting whilst driving over a mountain pass apart from a movie or melatonin.
We saw a lot.
All incredible sights.
The truth was that we were on a journey to find our new home.
To find our new place in life.
To fulfill what we felt God was calling us to.
To be able to rest in a place where we call home.