It’s Friday, and it’s been three weeks since I last walked the blog. It’s important to do this every now and then, to let it socialize with other blogs, get some exercise, and take a leak all over the Internet. That’s what I’m doing right now:

I feel vaguely uncomfortable about my three-week gap in posts here on my Internet Web Page. However, I have some very important news to convey, and this news is a very big part of why I’ve been absent from the “blogosphere” (which is like a hemisphere, only it makes much less sense.) Kendra and I have recently received some very exciting news.

We’re moving back to BC! Kendra has been accepted into the Masters of Physical Therapy Program at UBC. Her program begins September 4, 2007, and that means that our life direction has abruptly been altered. Instead of living the lonely newlywed life out on the Canadian prairies, we’re finally returning to the warm, rainy homeland of BC friends and BC Ferries. No longer sequestered in the suburbs of Airdrie, Alberta, we will instead be dwelling amongst the highrises and condos of urban Vancity. Most importantly, we get to be close to our friends, Kendra gets to go follow up on her long-time career plans, and I get to become a Sugar Daddy, funding our adventures on a single salary. Yesssss . . .

As you can imagine, we are very excited about this. Initially, after Kendra’s application and interview, she was outright rejected from UBC. The email she received can be summarized by the following image:

Upon receiving this, we weren’t very happy. Physiotherapy at UBC has been Kendra’s goal for more than six years. It’s why she got her degree in Biology to begin with. After about a month and a half of discontent, uncertainty and prayer, Kendra wrote UBC back and explained that she’d lived in BC her whole life, and had only been out of the province for 5 months at the time of her application. Her case went back before the Board for review, and three weeks later, the decision was reversed. We’re more than a little grateful to God for throwing his weight again the machinery that drives the decision-making. We’d still be counting gophers on the plains of Alberta, waiting for some kind of miraculous Chinook to show us the new trail we were meant to follow, if it wasn’t for Him.

We just received this news last Monday, and in the timespan of a week and a half, we’ve had to make a lot of decisions. What part of town should we move to? Should we rent or buy a place? Where will I work? When can we get down to Vancouver to look for places? The answers are still formulating, but this afternoon at 2:40 MST, we’re boarding a plane and flying to Vancouver for a two-day whirlwind tour in which we’ll be attending a rehearsal dinner, wedding and reception (which I am the MC for), meeting a realtor to tour six different potential residences, conducting a job interview with a potential employer, and flying back by Sunday morning. It’s exciting, momentous, and a wee bit stressful.

Okay, so that’s what’s new over here, why I haven’t been writing, and where we’re going this afternoon. If you can spare a slot in your daily prayers, or if you have any interesting leads on homes and employment possibilities, Kendra and I would appreciate some help making decisions about houses, jobs and other such moving-related matters. Thanks for listening. Please continue doing whatever it is you do on the Internet.