Not "Knowing" and After.

Well, here it is. A recount of things that are of some importance leading up to The Move and after knowing we really WERE moving.
First off, indeed, I DID think of that title by myself thanks.
Let's see.. I guess I should begin by describing last year and moving from Congo to the States. The move was O.K. (Not the best, but simply because of hassling that occurred of course.) We traveled around the states, visiting family and friends and going to a missionary "debriefing" in Kentucky, and looking for a house. While in KY, we learned of the House of Rest in Pasadena. In the next week we moved there and settled in just in time for school and learned that obviously my dad still didn't have a job and we weren't going to be staying in an apartment for the rest of our lives. Made friends and had a great time in Pasadena, but knew in the back of my mind "It's possible I may not get to hang with these kids for the next 3(?) years. But, better make the most of it."
Meanwhile, my father was busy trying to get a job SOMEwhere. Many contacted him asking him to move where they were: Virginia, Massachusetts, Louisiana, Mississippi, other places in CA, to name a couple. Even a job opportunity at Cancun! A little out there, but, we were desperate.
Suddenly there was a job opportunity at our church and an "examination" in South Carolina for a church planting in North Carolina. Craziness.. By this time I had told my friends I might be moving out of state. Who knew? They were sad and this made me sad. The best part about this whole thing was that we knew as a family that God would put us in the right place no matter what. The sad about this "Not knowing" bit, was that this is exactly what happened last year when we didn't know where we were going to move or where my dad could find a job. Jumping around the country like gypsies (for gypsies we are), we tried to figure it out. This is why when news of a place in CALIFORNIA came about, we pounced on that in a heart beat. I was born there and my family lived there ten years.
My dad decided to try for both. And we didn't know till the last second what was the decision. After much hiding secrets and not telling a soul, we found out on Sept. 2nd and still couldn't tell anyone till the 3rd. Due to reasons having to do with the church.
Before this happened however, it was much more complicated than this. There were countless times where we had to change plans because of "Not Knowing". This was the real bad part. We had to constantly be saying, "If we move.." and "When.. I mean, IF we stay.." vice versa. There was a musical that I thought about being in, but didn't know if we were moving not to mention the whole driving issue. I wanted to get into drivers ed for sure, but sadly I was afraid to get my permit and it not be valid in North Carolina! Even when I went on my trip to the east coast by myself I was telling people the "IF" monologue. This went on for quite a while, much more than two months.
I guess I'll just jump right in then. The examination went well and to quote Brian Regan (probably my favorite comedian) "One thing led to another", and here I am now on the coast of NC. What I did on Sept. 3rd and the 4th is another story. Before I start, I have to say that my friends in that Pasadena youth group were just too nice.
On Wednesday, night after doing a lot of packing during the day, I went to a friend's hot tub with a few of my comrades. Really a good time. After, we went to In-N-Out for the last time. Delicious. Not sure why I was hungry for a Three-by-Two at 10 or so at night, but it went down real well with a couple of fries and a Strawberry-Vanilla shake. The day past and wasn't too eventful besides having to say goodbye to friends and working at my church for the last time.
On Thursday, more packing to be done... On top of that, some of my friends still wanted to see me for the last time. A good friend of mine got together a small group and we went to the mall and hung out. After that, they drove me home and I said goodbye. As soon as I walked into my room I put my phone down and went to get some water, but when I came back my phone was glowing and I suddenly had 5 messages from each friend that had gone out! One of which said, "We're outside your window playing music. Not wanting it to end!" Opened my window and they all cheered. Invited them in and they hung out for the next 10 minutes or so. Good times. Best part of it was that I still had packing to do!
That night we were leaving around 1 or 2am (or so we thought), because my parents didn't want to heat up the car too much in the desert. So I tried to get to sleep as soon as possibly, but of course couldn't fall asleep until past 10:30? That was a short rest, or, a longer one than I expected...