I'm alive and I live in London

Really, that sums it up right about now.

We're here in London.  Have been for almost two months now, and we still are not in our own place. 
We were supposed to move into a house 2 weeks ago, but once all of the things were out of it, it was very evident that there was a lot of water damage and mold and was unfit to live in.  We got out of that agreement and got our money back.  Now we're just waiting for our references to go through on another house and hopefully we'll be able to move in this week...but that's what I said last week. 

I have I think 3 or 4 quilts to show you that I photographed and uploaded before we left, but then my laptop died.  It's alive again, but there's nothing left on it.  So I'm hoping that I have the pics on the backup drive and if I find them, I'll show you.  My plan was to blog about them during the obvious down time that I would have from the sewing machine, but nothing I've planned has been happening as I saw they should...so....

Anyway, we've been able to see God's faithfulness to us, though.  The first house we viewed we loved and were going to make an offer, but the estate agent said that we probably wouldn't want to live in that area and warned us not to. Who does that when they're trying to make a sale? Come to find out from a friend, who's husband is a cop, that the worst criminal in the burrow lives just down the street.  Okay, Lord! Thank you for protection!

And since we've had to do so much waiting, we've got great deals on furniture and beds, etc.  It's been a blessing to see these things come together.  In another month I'll hopefully be unpacked and look back on these two months and laugh...even if I don't feel like laughing right now! Perspective changes everything.

Thanks for those of you who have checked in on me.  Hopefully I'll be sewing sometime soon...and sleeping in my own bed and cooking in my own pots and pans....