Going Back Home (less)

Since I've been released from the hospital early I haven't had much time to write in this blog. We're living in a hostel-type situation with a group full of single older men who have lots and lots of time on their hands to ruminate about the meaning of life, and one younger man who does the same but also stresses about canceled dijaredoo performances and his cats getting influenza. We're on the apartment search which is difficult to do when neither of us have a job--and time is not on our side since the baby is coming very soon. Oh yeah and I'm supposed to be on bed rest still. We'll probably end up living on the outskirts of town in no-man's land, because those apartments will take jobless desperados like us. It's actually kind of fun because we are like outlaws on the run getting a place on the edge of town for a moment. Actually we are like this book I read to Joseph called "The Christmas Story" about Mary and other Joseph going from Inn to Inn and nobody will take them, and finally settling on a barn with a patch of hay to have their baby (Jesus).
Of course if we had have known I would only be in the hospital for two weeks we could have kept our apartment in the Rogue Valley and been all set, instead of winding up broke and apartment-less here. According to my doctors there's no way I could have known--this condition rarely corrects itself. Which is amazing. The way we are looking at it is that although we loved the Valley of the Rogue, it was not on the ocean, and therefore could never have been our final destination. Now although we are not on the ocean still at least there are seagulls in Portland--like God's telling us "follow the seagulls and you'll find your way home!"