Nothing like it

Living in Waco has been good so far. Josh and I are growing a little tired of living in a small city but there are also a lot of benefits here. I didn't do a whole lot of fun events this past year since I was so busy with school, but I'm looking forward to the next year as it begins. There are already some events I'm looking forward to.

I've always dreamed of having a neat house with lots of elegant decor that cover soft-colored walls and with high ceilings that welcome a cool during spring, but it wasn't until I moved to Waco that I realized how much that requires. My house doesn't have that kind of elegance, elegant decor, or an array of color on the walls, but I love my home. Getting a good deal on furniture or slowly buying decorative pieces has been a fascinating experience. An experience I cannot put a price on. Now, it looks good. And cute. And I like it. I've finally learned to accent the dark purple carpet with light brown couches! And more! Maybe I'll take a picture sometime.

I like my neighborhood. Josh and I fit in well here. I am finally talking more with the neighbors. To the right, they have a rooster and a mini car repair shop in the back yard. They have twins- age 3-who come outside to watch me play frisbeewith Shelby. Our neighbors to the left had a visit from the SWAT team earlier last year and they moved out soon after that. We never did find out what happened.

Our new neighbors are friendly. Josh and I talk to them too. About a month ago, though, it happened again. The new neighbors had a visit from the cops. This time, the cops chased one of them through their yard and threw the neighbor on the ground to handcuffed him. I SAW EVERYTHING! Josh and I were in the backyard doing yard work and sure enough I hear a "get down, get down right now." I thought it was my neighbor telling his dogs to get down, but NO! It was a cop. My heart raced a hundred miles and hour. For some reason, I felt strange watching. I couldn't watch someone get arrested. Maybe because the cop sounded so angry.

So, our neighborhood is probably not the safest either, but we haven't had any problems. No one has broken in to our car. Thank you, Jesus! or our house! Thank you, Jesus! And we feel perfectly fine in this sweet little house.

I'm glad I can finally share the things inside my heart!

Gilda