May 5, 2017
Dear Mr. and Mrs. R,
The intro to the blog documenting our adventures in San
Antonio heads as follows: “After wandering in the desert of Tucson, Arizona for
40 years, we are entering a land flowing with humidity, cowboys, trees and the Riverwalk….San
Antonio, Texas. Join us over the next
year as we share our experiences with each other and among strangers we hope to
call friends—in a new city and state we excitedly call home.”
Prior to moving to San Antonio, I had a successful career as
a nursing supervisor and my daughter, Tenaysia, had been accepted to the
University of Arizona. The beginning of
2016 I began to feel a shift, new plans for our life. When asked why we chose to move, why we chose
this city, the best and only answer I can give is that it was a God thing.
Since our move, I’ve taken on a nursing position at
Brookdale Senior Living. It’s been a
humbling experience to return to a non-supervisory nursing role and at the appropriate time I
will research a director position within the company, hopefully remaining within the
medical center.
Tenaysia has plans to attend SACC and then transition to
UTSA to pursue a major in English and minor in Art. In the meantime, she is enjoying her gap
year. She’s doing her best to make
friends and is involved in the Young Adult growth group at Pearl Street Church.
In March we went to Tucson to celebrate my mom’s
birthday. I was nervous about the
trip. My concern was that I’d be among
people and places familiar to me and then regret the move to SA. Interestingly enough, the opposite
happen. Although I was sad to leave my loved ones, I was so happy to come back
home.
Home.
Upon our return, after much prayer, I decided it was time to
buy a house. I’ve never had the desire
and I am admittedly nervous about this first time homebuyer process. I’ve seen a handful of houses this week and
by yesterday I was ready to put the breaks on the entire house hunt. My prayer prior to the afternoon viewings was
that if it was God’s will, we’d walk
into a house and know it was home. And
that’s exactly what happened when we opened the red door at Eland
Drive.
The house is just the right size for us two. Thinking practically, in less than 5 years
Tenaysia will be living her own life.
Eland drive will be manageable as I dwell alone and anxiously await her
periodic visits. While I think the wood flooring is amazing, and the tile in
the bathrooms quirky, the afternoon sunlight streaming in the kitchen
soothing….my desire to purchase your home isn’t about how it looked but how it
felt. It felt like home.
I’ve already envisioned where my black &
white photos of Tenaysia and I will hang.
I looked out back and visualize summer BBQs with the friends we’ve made
so far and a rose garden. The first
bedroom will be the guest room and I look forward to hosting family and friends
on an actual bed not an air mattress.
We’ve always lived in apartments, so the thought of making your house
our home is an exciting one!
Coming from a small city in comparison to SA, I’m used to
very short commutes. Being near Vance
Jackson and the freeway systems would be perfect! We’d have a relatively easy drive to all of
our favorite places.
Last night we stopped at Eland again. We sat on the front porch. We enjoyed the cool breeze, listened to the
faint barking of a dog and tried to catch the attention of the young lady next
door. We talked about all the things
we’ll do there and how exciting this new chapter is.
Nine months ago today Tenaysia and I arrived to San
Antonio. I never imagined that on this
date I’d be making an offer on a house.
My prayer is that you all are a vital part of our adventure. Regardless of the outcome, I pray the Lord
continues to bless and keep you.
With a hopeful heart,
Tariequa and Tenaysia Powell
May 6, 2017
Wouldn't you know it...they accepted my offer :)
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