3 months of praying through the decision.
7 months raising support.
14 weeks of packing and unpacking.
48 hours of flying.
10 days in Chiang Mai.
6 hours by bus.
And we’re here.
The bus ride wasn’t wonderful: we were the lucky riders of 3C and 3D, with 3B throwing up and 2D crying. Either way, we’re here.
And it hasn’t changed much at all. I was fearful it would. Everyone kept telling us how much Mae Sot was changing. In some ways it is, but not too much. It is a little less shady than I remember: perhaps because I’m more adjusted to shadiness, or because it is actually less shady.
We went to Dave’s for dinner tonight–one of three main Western restaurants in Mae Sot. The best part was really that he recognized us from coming before! And now we’ve moved.
There’s something very different about Mae Sot than Chiang Mai, and I love it. I’ve definitely left a piece of my heart here that it feels so wonderful, and so right, to return to. There are fewer foreigners here and fewer Westernized things, but somehow I feel much less foreign here.
It’s wonderful to be here, and we can’t wait to see what God has in store. Thank you so much for any prayers you’ve offered–God has been good! We’re excited to call this home for awhile.