I will try to make this brief.  I haven't been on here in months.  I finally got moved.  It was a very long, tedious process because it seemed I went at it backwards.  I didn't take into account that I would have to do all my own sorting and packing - or how much stuff I had.  I wanted to have an estate sale but couldn't find anyone willing to do one.  Therefore, I had a lot of yard sales and then posted on FB Marketplace.  I had to come up with X amount of dollars to move cross country.  

I think I starting boxing up stuff in March but didn't get real serious until about three months ago when my son managed to move back in with me.  My landlord found out and started trying to evict me.  Finally my son bought an RV and moved close to his work, and he wasn't helping me anyway.  He was draining me.  

I went round and round with several moving companies, lost a $600 deposit, and had to cancel one flight.  Finally, a disabled truck driver on one of my FB singles groups offered to drive up from Kentucky to Oregon and move me.  I talked to his pastor, and I hired him.  It was definitely an adventure for the both of us, and just before he was ready to head out, someone sabotaged both his truck and my car.  His 20 ft. trailer was a bit overloaded, so he had like three or four flats.  He also got sick, but he finally made it here.  I flew.

What happened is that somehow during the course of things, my feelings started to change.  My family on both sides really liked this guy, and he just seemed to fit right in with the group.  I didn't want him to leave, to be honest.  I found myself wanting to comb his hair, massage his shoulders, that type of thing (I didn't).  He was the perfect gentleman; I had to ask for a mere handshake when he left.  We still communicate almost daily in some form, but I don't know what it is I am feeling.  I know we are friends, but is there more?  I don't know if I am feeling grateful, love him like a brother, or if I have just made a real good male friend.  There is some age difference, and he is a cancer survivor on top of having been in a bad semi truck accident.  

I just signed a year's lease on a very nice, affordable duplex, and I haven't even had a chance to visit any churches.  I was thinking i would meet someone here in this city.  All I know to do is pray, wait, and see what happens.  Talking to Ed makes me happy, even if nothing comes out of it.  He's a great Christian guy but doesn't seem to have a romantic bone in his body.  If it weren't for him, I would be sitting here lonely, for sure.  Or hanging out at Walmart.