No Seriously, I AM a Nomad

Today was a great day. We spent all morning at the beach enjoying a gloriously sunny day with the kiddos, and then we came back, ate, and lounged around for a couple of hours until it was tiem to go to a sacred concert. The concert was really good... it featured all the best singers from the churches in the city, and some groups that came from as far as Benguela. I enjoyed it thoroughly.

So I received some news last night: Tio Jolly told me that there are construction workers moving in this week to take over the property and start building a new house in the front yard. What does that mean? The current house in the land, the one I'm living in, will become unlivable for the next 6 months or so. The family is packing up and spending the rest of their vacation here in Luanda at Tio Jolly's mother-in-law's house. Meanwhile, Tio asked me to find a place to stay for about 6 months and then I'm welcome to move back in. Well, being a nomad is cool for a blog name and all, but I'm trying to get something a little more permanent... moving 4 times in 1 year is not as fun as it may seem...
However, I can't afford any rental property here. Luanda is famous for its astronomical prices, especially when it comes to renting and leasing property. I also don't want to live somewhere as a freeloader anymore... I mean I'm not complaining at all, it's been such a blessing to have such generous relatives that let me live with them or at their house for free... but the problem with that arrangement is that BECAUSE I'm freeloading, I'm simply a disposable tenant. Whenever an opportunity comes along, the relative kindly suggests I find other arrangements so that they can do whatever it is they need to do with the space. Well, no more. I'm hoping I can find a way to rent a room from a friend, a relative, a church member, anyone. That way, I can have a little more security that I won't be politely asked to find another place to call home at the homeowner's whim.
Please pray for me that I find something soon... or I'll have to change the name of this blog to "homeless girl engineer". Boy, wouldn't THAT be quite an adventure? Maybe I should give it a go! You know you'd love to read blog posts about my life as a homeless girl in Luanda. But I'm pretty sure being homeless in Africa is no walk in the park... so scratch that. Let's not get all thrill-seeker and go for that sort of adventure. Maybe next time. lol.