Pushing Forward by Going Back; We're Off To Rexburg.

This has been a really strange month, I spent five and half hours watching a bunch of zealous lawyers, one of which happened to look like the love child of Patrick Swayzee and a weasel, argue over Wal-Mart at the City Council meeting. We also heard that someone might have shot themselves in our apartment complex. Then, a couple days ago a local man gunned down a mother and son, who were his next door neighbors, a couple streets down from the school I'd been working at this week. Amid all this gloom and doom, we did get some good news; we got ourselves a ticket back to Rexburg, Idaho.


This shouldn't be too shocking to anyone considering Cambra's been accepted for over a month. However, Cambra, on a whim, called BYU-Idaho student housing and we ended up getting the last opening for this semester. We of course took it, especially since he told us that they called two days earlier, without us answering, and moved on without us. Long story short, we now have an awesome place to live across the street from campus and below the soccer fields.


The day following the news of our apartment I went off to work, you know that place where I go and help kids reads and play soccer. When I got home Cambra told me that I had finally been accepted. It was about time, we've been pestering the poor admissions folks for a good month. So we're pumped and only have a six weeks until our momentous return. It'll be good to get reacquainted with the billions of people we know that have moved there. If you're one of our friends that live there, prepare yourselves for some rockin' folk music, bad jokes, hilarious anecdotes and the ugliest mustache that I can grow (Similar to My Name Is Earl); all of which I'm bringing to Rexburg.