For you, with love from me

My dear ones,

I am in such a happy place right now. I'm checking my email for the first time in two days, I'm listening to Norah Jones, and I'm typing on an American keyboard. Praise Jesus for the simple pleasures in life... how I've come to appreciate them.

So where did I leave you? I was recently employed and about to become homeless? Well, I'm still employed, and now I have a home too! I am happily living in the flats owned and operated by The British Mofia. Let me tell you the story...

Once upon a time Lisa and I were living in a hostel with two smelly, awful roommates. Trying to live out of suitcases was NOT working while having to look professional everyday, especially when they couldn't dry their hair because of said roommates. Thus, they did what they did best, and obsessed until they found a place to live. They called and emailed more than twnety people on Saturday, and had no lucked. They were even almost scammed by a horrible man named Jude Michael... who's name is now used as a form of negative exclamation. :)

Okay, this story isn't working... I'm writing in my own voice now. So, Jude Michael is awful, but then we met The Godfather. You think I'm joking? We went to meet him after Lisa's job interview on Sunday, because he said that he owned some flats in west London we could afford. Sure enough, he and his "family" own about sixty flats near the furniture shops they own. When we arrived, he whistled and Sonny came running to be our tour guide. We liked the place he showed us, so we went to sign the lease. We asked to move in that afternoon to avoid those awful roommates, and The Godfather just whistled and barked out orders to all his workers until they had the place clean and ready for us. When all was said and done, he said that now we were family too, and he'd take care of us. We're pretty sure that we'll be safe now that The Godfather is our protector... he's an awesome man, but I wouldn't be surprised if he's packing all the time.

Do you want an update about the job? It's pretty boring, and I can't quite figure out what I'm supposed to do. On my first day, my boss sat me down at a computer and in as many words told me to figure it out. So I've been working on that... and spending a lot of time being bored. I'm also the only girl in the office, so it's a totally different environment than I'm used to. Silence... skype if you have a question... work independently... all things I totally hate. But, there is one absolutely wonderful thing I just have to tell you about. Yesterday I was browsing through the cabinets to see if ny supplies needed to be ordered, and I found... a half full bottle of Scotch hidden in the corner. Oh my gosh, I almost died... I wanted to show someone so badly, but even more than that, I want to know who hid it and is spiking their tea. So, that's the mission for the next six months... find out who hid the scotch bottle in the cabinet corner. I'll keep you informed.

That's all for now. Know that I'm starting to miss you guys... it's been a week, and my schedule has slowed enough that I'm getting some pangs of loneliness. But, I am glad that I'm here. Love to you all... drink that delicious Oregon water and smile at the douglas firs for me.