We’ve been busy looking for houses. Haven’t done much except look for houses. It’s amazing how all the houses start to look alike after a while. I keep looking for one with a view of Mt. Baker, but I haven’t had any luck. I did see one yesterday that had a nice view of the Catoosa water tower. The realtor said you could still see it on cloudy days. I know, if it sounds too good to be true, . . .

Last night, I snuck away to watch a movie. It had been about a month since my last flick and I was suffering from cinematic withdrawals. Unfortunately, I made the poor choice of watching Daredevil, which was in my opinion neither daring nor devilish and was instead dumb and dorky. A better choice would have been to check out The Recruit or watch The Two Towers for a second time.

I couldnt be happier to be living in Tulsa, even though I just left one of the greatest places in the world to live. It would be ridiculous to think that I wont suffer some withdrawal symptoms as I make the transition from the Great Northwest to a state that merely aspires to be OK. As an act of self-prescribed therapy, Im going to name a few of the things Im going to miss about living in northwest Washington.

Im going to miss:

Walking outside my house on a clear day and seeing Mt. Baker.

Sitting in Stuart’s Coffee House on a rainy and reading a good book or typing up a mediocre sermon.

Skiing at Whistler and enjoying some of the best terrain in North America, while taking advantage of the Canadian exchange rate.

Working in my dads workshop and building my own furniture.

Watching movies at the Colossus.

Chuckanut Drive

Swapping jokes, book titles, and stories with my friend G. K. Self.

Walking the streets of Vancouver, British Columbia, one of the prettiest cities in the world.

Eating outrageously good Thai food at Montris in Vancouver and the Lemon Grass in Bellingham

Fishing and crabbing in the San Juan Islands.