The "homeless" kids are actually, sorta, well... homeless

We've got money in the bank but no real employment lined up (yet) as a reliable source of income, which you need to get approved for a new lease on an apartment.

We're (still) living in a hotel that's probably 30 miles away from where we wish to work, but no real mailing address for when we do get hired.

We've got mail being forwarded by the Post Office from North Carolina to Daddy's house in Florida.  We've got a security deposit check (and possibly other mail) being held by the stepMIL until there's a good address to send it to.  We've got "stuff" being stored in the garage of a local friend, and we may end up crashing at her pad (yes, with the furbabies!) if we don't get approved for an apartment before the hotel drains the coffers dry.

GOOD TIMES! ... not that I'm complaining, or worried.  We both have faith that God's going to put us in the right place at the right time, and that's what's gotten us this far.  Plus, when we got in from today's adventures (which WERE adventures, including some very important stuff at the Union and the Credit Union), we had us a nice jam session with the Almighty here in the room.  We really are having GOOD TIMES.

In other news, we took these snappies today.  Again, I've only recently changed the time in the camera to Pacific, so all of these (except for the last one) are three hours "ahead" in their timestamps from when they were actually taken.  Enjoy!