When we moved from Maplewood to Saint Louis city three years ago, it took ten months to sell our house.  As we prepare to leave Saint Louis city to move to Durham in the “North” (as the English call it), we’ve sold our house without it being on the market one day.  That is great and we are grateful to God for it, but it also means will are looking for places to stay for about the next three months.  Thankfully, it seems like our housing situation is starting to come together.  We have the month of June covered, at least.  However, if any of our Saint Louis friends need a family of five to house-sit for the summer, please let me know.

Jane-Ellis continues to make excellent contacts in business circles in Newcastle, and I’m confident that, once she gets over there and meets people, she’ll be able to secure a position.  In the meantime, we’re working on figuring out all of the finances, assuming that we’ll be without an income for a few months.

I’ve been taking “Theological German,” a class in German reading for doctoral and masters students at Concordia Seminary in Saint Louis.  Eight weeks in, I’m reading at an intermediate level, which is amazing to me.  Our teacher, Eric Stancliff, has been teaching languages for thirty years, and he’s really good at it!  He’s funny too, which is an important bonus when you’re slogging through three chapters of grammar and 150 new vocab words a week.

The reality of the impending move is starting to dawn on the boys.  This morning we celebrated Charlie’s 8th birthday, and, as the festivities were winding-down, George asked, “Now do we get to move to England?”  I said, “No, George, not today.”  He replied, “Aww, man.  I want to go to England.”  I want to go to England, too, but there is a lot to be done between now and the beginning of September.  So, I’m not quite as excited as George, yet.