W had an eviction notice on her door Tuesday. She had to be out by today to avoid paying an additional month's rent. Since she is broke (just went back to work this week), she moved everything out. It's a great feeling to know that the fantasy of her living there with OM is over.

She's moved in most of her furniture (and some of OM's [minus the bed, of course], which isn't a big deal to me), and the apartment looks great. It clearly feels much more like home to her, and she's now much more comfortable at my/our apartment. She hasn't "officially" decided to move in with me though, as she anticipates spending some time at her parents' house, though her father hinted yesterday that she wasn't welcome.

Good things.

The LORD is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth." (Psalm 145:18)