So, I meant to update about my trip at some point in the last week. I guess I've been too busy reading One Hundred Years of Solitude and having life happen.
Long story short, I'm moving to Chicago next Monday, instead of early August like I was expecting.
I'm alright with it now.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
The Great American Adventure! Pt. 4
Keeping in mind how many things have gone wrong, it's astonishing to think that we've made it everywhere we have.
Today we're in Nashville. We're heading back to Port Huron tomorrow. We might be staying at Michelle's tonight. I miss that girl so much.
So many stories. So many lessons learned.
The biggest being this:
God is recklessly faithful.
Today we're in Nashville. We're heading back to Port Huron tomorrow. We might be staying at Michelle's tonight. I miss that girl so much.
So many stories. So many lessons learned.
The biggest being this:
God is recklessly faithful.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
The Great American Adventure! Pt. 3
Things done today.
Buy a sweet van: check.
Get to Wichita: check.
Karaoke it up: super check.
God is so good.
Buy a sweet van: check.
Get to Wichita: check.
Karaoke it up: super check.
God is so good.
Monday, June 8, 2009
The Great American Adventure! Pt. 2
Last evening, we stopped in Concordia, MO to get a pizza and steal some wireless internet from a Day's Inn. As we left the hotel, we hit a very strange intersection which caused us to bottom out.
Ten minutes later on the highway, Brenden said, 'I think something is wrong with your van.' I said, 'something like what?' 'I'm pressing the gas, but it's not accelerating,' and so he pulled over. He tried to start the car again, but to no avail. It didn't turn.
A police officer pulled up behind us and called a tow truck. When the tow truck driver arrived, he went to hook it up to the chain. He said, 'that's not good,' and showed me his finger. 'That's motor oil. Your engine is dead.' He proceeded to tell us that he would take it to his dealership and they would look at it first thing in the morning, but the news would be bad. He then took us back to the Days Inn whose internet we had stolen and whose bathrooms we had used, where we checked into a room and weighed our options--try to repair the van (a costly endeavor) or admit its loss and search for another vehicle.
This morning, we woke early and called the dealership, who immediately informed us that we needed a new engine, which would cost two grand. I stammered and told him I would call him back.
I called Chet, who also stammered at the thought of two grand, and told me to look around for other options. With that, I went to Craigslist, where I found a conversion van nearby for a low price. However, all we had was $800, and that was a little less than their asking price. Not to be discouraged, I called them and explained our plight and made our offer. Not only did they accept, but they offered to drive it to our hotel, and said that it would definitely make the trip.
And so, here we are in our hotel, waiting for them to arrive so we can test drive and see if the Lord really has sent them. I certainly hope so.
Ten minutes later on the highway, Brenden said, 'I think something is wrong with your van.' I said, 'something like what?' 'I'm pressing the gas, but it's not accelerating,' and so he pulled over. He tried to start the car again, but to no avail. It didn't turn.
A police officer pulled up behind us and called a tow truck. When the tow truck driver arrived, he went to hook it up to the chain. He said, 'that's not good,' and showed me his finger. 'That's motor oil. Your engine is dead.' He proceeded to tell us that he would take it to his dealership and they would look at it first thing in the morning, but the news would be bad. He then took us back to the Days Inn whose internet we had stolen and whose bathrooms we had used, where we checked into a room and weighed our options--try to repair the van (a costly endeavor) or admit its loss and search for another vehicle.
This morning, we woke early and called the dealership, who immediately informed us that we needed a new engine, which would cost two grand. I stammered and told him I would call him back.
I called Chet, who also stammered at the thought of two grand, and told me to look around for other options. With that, I went to Craigslist, where I found a conversion van nearby for a low price. However, all we had was $800, and that was a little less than their asking price. Not to be discouraged, I called them and explained our plight and made our offer. Not only did they accept, but they offered to drive it to our hotel, and said that it would definitely make the trip.
And so, here we are in our hotel, waiting for them to arrive so we can test drive and see if the Lord really has sent them. I certainly hope so.
Friday, June 5, 2009
The Great American Adventure! Pt. 1
Tomorrow, I wake up early to traverse to Port Huron, MI to attend the tail end of dear Matthew's graduation open house. Then, Brenden, Chelsea, and I leave on the roadtrip of doom--as far west as we can get and back in ten days. Stoked.
I may blog from the road. I may not. We'll see.
I may blog from the road. I may not. We'll see.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
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