All too soon, our time in the Northwest got away from us and we decided, somewhat capriciously, to mosey on to California and give San Diego a try. We lived in hotels in Mission Valley for a week or two, then decided on a home in Encinitas.
It was a good experience for you, I think, but it didn't look like an auspicious beginning that first week. At Church, we found out what day Mutual was on, and so that evening a few days later, we dropped you off at the building, having no idea that it had started earlier than normal because of some kind of special trip. We were space cadets not to notice that no one was around. You were locked out of the building, and had no access to a phone, and you had no idea where we lived from there, so you couldn't just start out walking. Think you climbed a wall and got into the inner courtyard, but not into the building. You were stuck. Totally alone. Two hours. And darkness gathered.
I was more than upset when I came to pick you up and found out the story. But you didn't complain or hold it against anyone. Think you adjusted to Cali in a heartbeat. And still think you tend to give most everyone the benefit of the doubt. Funny how our "true colors" surface in the day to day details of our lives. Wait, isn't that even where God is supposed to be-the details?
But c'mon, communication, people. Always the downfall. Always gets me in trouble....
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