I suppose a Methodist minister needs to get good at moving house and learning a new environment. In fact, I guess that I said something similar at the beginning of this year when I moved to Grahamstown. So now I am trying to get a hold on Pietermaritzburg.
The day has been hectic. The movers brought our stuff. The plumbers came to replace the geyser and fix a few other things. The carpet cleaners keep coming to clean up the mess from the geyser, but find others in the way. There have been strangers in the house all day. This is not a good formula to make me happy! I'm glad things are being sorted out, but I've had no 'space'.
On the other hand, the kids are very happy with the house and the park next door - they have their own bedrooms, even though one is very small and one is converted servant's quarters and separate from the main house. The park has a stream and bamboo forests and their imaginations are soaring. They don't want to go back to Jhb, not even just for Christmas.
I am finding Pietermaritzburg far more like Johannesburg than Grahamstown - the roads are busy and the shops are busy. But I hope that means that the churches are buzzing too - we will find out about that later on.
Of course, this house will be where I sleep only on weekends. I am going to find that a lot harder than I thought I would. But I still have a month full time with my family.
I'm tired. It's raining (no surprise there). But - the people around me are coping, I'm reconnecting with them and God is looking after us.