I miss my Bobbin. She left Wednesday; this is Saturday—and I have called home twice. Pathetic. Fortunately she understands. It is not that I am not busy here. In fact, I have trouble getting unpacked because I am always out with someone or on the phone. (I wish Georgia were here to help me UNpack!!!!)Already in few days I have more of a social life here than I did in Tyler! So it is not that—but it is my Bobbin. I miss her. I miss knowing she is nearby. I can’t wait til Christmas. I can’t wait til she can come visit.

I had a full day—again. Lisa and I went to Old Town and got the yummy frozen yogurt I love so. I had pistachio pistachio with mini marshmallows mixed in. Then she told me about Trader Joe’s—yikes! a gourmet food store CHEAPER than regular stores. Vons won’t see much of me—straight down the street with all my favorite foods and gourmet delicacies; I shall take up residence in the parking lot. YUM! I had a blissful dinner of breaded eggplant cutlets, hummus and mini pita breads.

I found Panda Express and El Pollo Loco, so I am happy. 10 years ago you couldn’t have paid me to eat at either one; I hated ethnic foods. My neighbors are nice. I am happy. Lisa asked me where I ever found this apartment, that people would search months for this. God. What other answer is there? This was the place He held for me.

It is 9:30. I have to get up at 6. I am dancing at NHFA tomorrow. I am far more nervous than in Tyler. It is a Sunday morning and many people don’t know me—I don’t want them to think I am coming in like I know some great thing and they don’t. I want them to be ministered to and understand the heart. I danced it this morning amidst my boxes and was crying out to God halfway through. This songs moves me so much!

I have to get ready for bed and pray and prepare for tomorrow—that is why I purposely did not go out tonight.

And the mini mystery of the hour is why are all these people in other countries reading my blog? Who would care? Still, I think it is cool. People from all over the world read my blog. Maybe after five months we are all waiting for the conclusion of this long chapter. What an adventure. I still can’t finish this blog and move to the next. It is like writing a book without an ending. There must be a turning point as there was for me beginning this—and then the next blog can begin. Somehow it still feels like I am on the road trip.

Does anyone else think it is totally WEIRD that I live in Los Angeles? HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?