As if moving isn't the most awful activity ever invented, I also decided to start two of our kids on a gluten free/dairy free diet at the exact same time we were packing and hauling our belongings up and down the road. I jumped into this new diet without really having half a clue how to feed our kids. Normally during a move, we eat enough fast food to make our pants nice and tight. Fast food is a "no-go" on the glutenless eating plan. Instead, when I was right in the middle of unpacking or packing I'd have to run to the store and buy whole foods...and then cook them. Why simply "move" when you can do "extreme moving?" What is wrong with me? I hate myself some days. The moving/new diet has successfully made Aaron and I despise one another. We've mentally flipped each other off all weekend. We're putting the kids in bed early tonight and going back to liking each other again, dad-gum-it.
Strange fact: We are living on the same street, two doors down from one of the houses we owned in this town. I can walk to two of our friend's houses. This house where we're living has held many missionary families. We feel loved and ready to take a deep breath and jump into life again. And also a tad bit nervous.
Really strange fact: Internet was installed at our house faster than we could even move in. I've never seen such customer service. They were practically waiting on the edge of their seats to turn our internet on in our house. The last time we had internet installed was when we moved to Haiti. It took us one month and 6 trips to the internet place to finally get service. When the internet man left yesterday, Aaron's phone rang. It was the internet service provider wanting to make sure everything was installed correctly and that we were happy. Weird. We were thoroughly freaked out.
Before we left the farm, we found this
1. No littering or composting inside of Main Street. 6B
2. No Stealing. 9B
3. No trespassing without asking. 3B
4. No peeing in the open. 10B
5. No sitting on the table. 3B
6. No pooting or burping in other people's territory. 8B
7. No hurting out of anger. 6B
8. No one can hurt Runner. 3B (Runner is a baby bird they were trying to rescue)
9. Ask before taking something. 4B
10. No digging in Main Street. 4B
11. No screaming. 4B
12. No arguing with the Mayor, Vice-Mayor, Police, of Sheriff. 5B
13. No knocking down the Law Board. 5B
14. Horsemen can go anywhere and any speed limit.
15. Cars can't go out of the street or road.
16. No breaking houses out of anger. 7B
17. No laughing at prisoners. 2B
18. No calling mean names. 2B
19. No spitting. 3B
20. No cussing. 10B
21. No stoning. 9B
Wondering what the numbers and the "B" business is all about? We wondered the same thing. Come to find out, if a Famville Farm resident breaks the rules, they go directly to jail. In jail you lie in the grass on your back with bricks on your stomach. The "B stands for bricks. Let's say you knock over the Law board. Uh-oh. You get five bricks on your belly. Lord of the Flies, anyone?
I love that stoning someone gets less bricks than cussing. What tha?
We also found out that they have been "purifying" their own water. Then drinking it. Note to self: This explains all the diarrhea lately.
This is our first night back in our old town.
As we drove away from the farm I held our tray of tiny seedlings in my lap. I couldn't help but look at each one of the tiny plants and think of new life.
Theirs and ours.