My fiance is moving to Portland in 3 weeks.  The first 6 months he’s there he will be living rent-free on couches, floors, and guest beds.  He’ll be staying in sleeping bags and garages – living out of suitcases and boxes.  Such is the life of a gypsy.

It’s sure to be uncomfortable – the lack of stability and privacy and all that; sharing spaces with people he doesn’t know; accepting the hospitality and generosity of others (that would be the hardest part for me); being away from his family and fiance; learning a new job; finding a new church; making new friends.

We’ve always prayed that we would be adventurers.  That God would stretch us an make us uncomfortable.  That we wouldn’t get stagnant in our jobs or where we live.  We want to be easily adaptable.  I want to be able to find a sense of “home” wherever I am and whoever I’m living with.

I have the propensity to dislike change, but I think God is shaking that up.


Wanderers this morning came by
Where did they go
Graceful in the morning light
To banner fair
To follow you softly
In the cold mountain air



Filed under adventure, gypsy, portland, things I'm learning

4 responses to “gypsies

  1. I couch surfed everyday for the last month or so. Half the time I slept in my car. It’s actually not that bad. It’s kinda like camping.

  2. Good luck! Does this mean you’ll be planing your wedding via phone?

  3. Yeah, We’ll be racking up the minutes! Luckily, I’ll be down here to do a lot of the planning, but we’ll definitely be discussing things over the phone. Will will probably be visiting every-other weekend, so those will be our designated wedding planning/snuggling weekends.

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