Sudoku
We finally figured out the perfect metaphor for trying to move overseas. It’s like playing Sudoku. You know, where you have to figure out where the numbers 1-9 go on the board and a number can’t be repeated vertically, horizontally, or in the same cell. Ange and I used play Sudoku at the laundromat, before we got our washer and dryer. Now we feel like we’re playing it again.
There are so many variables that depend on each other: you’ve got to know A before you can do B; you’ve got do C before you can know A; but you’ve got to do B before you can do C… It’s mind bending (and also fun and addictive), and the only way to win is to find the few pieces you do know and go from there one at a time.
On that theme, we recently found out that we had a few numbers placed wrong – a bit of bad information about the visa application process and some new choices to make. So it looks like we won’t be leaving in January after all. We are hoping this won’t delay us by more than a month or two, but it is a setback. We are in good spirits and are still excited about going, but please pray for us. We’ll need a lot of wisdom to get the right pieces in place over the next few months.
Mark