Dear Mom,
I’ve been waiting to write because I wanted to write with the happy news that WE FOUND OUR HOUSE!
We did find some good options, and one AMAZING option that turned out not to be an option. More about the house-hunting later, when there is real news. For now, we feel discouraged no sad no pessimistic no … we feel STUCK. We are at a lovely @ 600K/night hotel with fabulous air con in the bedroom and a sweet garden courtyard, and we get to toot around on motorbikes and eat noodles with friends, but the ambient heat here still drains the life out of us, and we have decision fatigue, and we had some clear guidance about a house not to take but no clarity about whether to go forward with a good-enough house, or move into a less expensive apartment with inconvenient motorbike parking, or what. The indecision feels … I’m unable to complete that thought so I’ll pretend that it’s a complete thought in and of itself. The indecision feels.
I know enough to know better; I know lots of true things:
Cast all my cares. Seek first. Trust. Turn my eyes upon. The battle doesn’t belong to me. Take every thought captive. Foxes have holes. It’s irrelevant about having plenty or being in want.
And in my STUCK misery I still know all those true things, but …
(Actually it’s not the waiting that’s feeling wretched…
it’s the feeling stuck. Should we be deciding something?
Or should we be pausing before deciding? Stuck.)
Meh.
So here’s some photos from first days. Sorry there aren’t any captions or explanations. Sorry they can’t convey how thickly muggy the air is, here in Đà Nẵng.
Oh! But I should say that we’ve received several encouraging notes from home. They may not have got our hearts unstuck, but that’s hardly your fault. Each time they are a benefit, and I’m so grateful. Just a friendly “fingers crossed” reply email is all that’s needed—it’s a real pick-me-up on our end.
Love,
The Kids.