New home. . . round four.

Everyone moves four times in their first year of marriage, right? Okay, maybe not. In my defense, I told Liz that a life with me meant a lot of moving, a lot of uncertainty, and a few unexpected adventures, but I don't think she believed me. :)

Here are three stories from our new home. Quick background on the implied move - our last place was isolated, dangerous, and inaccessible by 2-wheel drive vehicles. We made the decision to move a few weeks ago, found a home very close to the school and other missionaries, and we are moved in. Any delay in blogging or communication was due to the slow transfer of telephone/internet from one house to the other (we finally got phones yesterday), not to mention having other things to do. At any rate, we are moved in, online, and happy. Now, for the stories:

1) We heat with a wood burning stove, pictured below, and so the house stays toasty-warm so long as a fire is lit. After sleeping 8 hours, the fire is rarely lit. This morning we awoke to a house in the 40's.
2) My mom has always pulled out a variety of nuts and a cracker during the holiday season. The days leading up to Christmas wouldn't be the same without them, so we found our own stash.


3) I am growing a beard because it is cold (not by Nebraska/Michigan standards). Although it took some time to get full and fuzzy, it is a help on those cold mornings.