Paint

As I have contemplated leaving Pinon I have become very reflective.  My wife mistakes this for melancholy, but it is a mixture of emotions that are too many to give just a single name to.  Pinon has been our home for five years.  It is where we met and where we started a beautiful life together.  It is where we have started to raise two fine young boys.

(Though Xander is in a bit of trouble today for getting Daddy's shavers stuck in the toilet.)

This lonely desert place has come to mean a great deal to us.  We have loved serving the community here both in the school and in the church.  We have gained respect in a place where many whites can feel like outsiders.  Leaving this beautiful place in the wilderness will not be easy.

At the same time it is necessary for us to go.  Pinon simply cannot meet the needs of our young family.  We have to venture out into a community that has more resources.  To that end, my dear wife left this week to do the final stage of the interview process for a new school.  New school, new jobs, a new start.

While she was having a good day hundreds of miles away we worked on watching the boys and getting the house painted.  The house needed to be painted back to its dull and ugly original color.  We got a lot of it done yesterday.

It is surprising how something so insignificant, like the color of a room, makes the house seem less ours.  We are moving on.  We will know one way or the other soon.  Pamela should get the call on Tuesday and they are going to call me on Wednesday.  If these jobs are secured it makes moving easier.  If they are not moving will be more complicated but it will still happen.  I have promising leads in several cities.

Soon we will be saying good-bye to Pinon and hello to...