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Hello,
This is my first blog...ever....so here we go. I thought I would share about my move from the Baltimore area (murder capitol) to Tulsa, OK (meth-lab capitol)....the latter definately has run down in the last 20 years, though still is a pretty city with lots and lots of restaurants. Last week I relocated to Tulsa after 23 years, and am living with my mom for the present, as her health including eyesight have deteriorated. I am able to drive her to work and do errands, etc....This was a big step for me as I have had a lot of anger and issues with my mom for all these years.....childhood stuff. That's a whole "nuther" blog......
If you had asked me 2 years ago, would I be willing to relocate to Tulsa, it would have been a definite NO.....that would be the ultimate defeat....returning to a place that holds a lot of emotional pain, AND living with my mom? However..... I guess gradually the idea became more palatable (or God worked on me) because here I am........ Truth is, 2 years ago I had a dream that I believe God gave to me about my mom. She was dying and I was crying saying "I'm sorry we didn't get along".....I felt He was letting me know that she may not be around much longer....that is what oiled the wheels and got them slowly and squeakily turning as far as the idea of moving back. This summer, in late July, I finally made the decision one day, literally in a split second, thats it, I'm moving back to Tulsa. I didn't have family in Maryland, but a few friends. Felt lonely, rather isolate.....really felt I was spinning my wheels..and probably did need a change too. Maybe God was squeezing me out of the Baltimore area.....not sure yet....
My trip was full of Grace.....from the rental of the 16' Penske truck (the Christian guy somehow "knowingly" did not charge me for the truck insurance but gave it to me anyway - I noted the subtraction on the invoice and he said "just sign" in a hushed voice). Then there was the girl Andrea who cheerfully did a AAA triptik even though I was not a member....took her 30 minutes....she was a Christian.....then the man Rich who answered when I called 911 because I took the wrong highway in OHIO and didn't know who else to call....(when you have a 20-hour drive ahead of you, you don't want to go even 15 minutes out of the way, much less an hour or two!!!). He stayed on the phone with me for over 10 minutes to see that I got to the exit that I needed, plus gave me a phone number to call him later to ensure that I reconnected to Interstate 70.....and the Super 8 Motel guy who asked me if I was a AAA member, and when I said no, gave me a discout anyway.....the lady at Cracker Barrel who said "I'll pray you in".....and lastly, a man named Terri who along with his wife, run the storage place in Tulsa, and spent almost 4 hours of his time helping me unload the truck, dolly it to the elevator, and stuff it strategically into a 15X5 storage unit so it would fit.....that door rolled down with no room to spare.....I could not have unloaded that truck alone....no way.....it was excruciating even with 2 of us......and yes, he was a Christian.....
If the above help is a sign of being in God's will.....then that's a good thing.....so here I am, back in Tulsa, 23 years later, after having left in 1984 to join the Navy (Never Again Volunteer Yourself....ha ha) and living with mom. It's as if I have come full circle, with a divorce in the middle. So, hello to you at this site.
Patticakes
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