Lost but not forgotten...

WOW !!!!

Where do I start?

Let's try this: Apparently, Heather has a new place to live.

I've asked her where it is, her Dad has asked her where it is, Kelly and Craig have asked her where it is. She won't tell ANYONE where she's living, or with whom.

She's living "with FRIENDS" and "in a place at the old Indian School property".

For those of you that aren't local, I'll explain. The 'place' in the old Indian School property is a vast and expansive mini-community of apartments, townhouses, and condos. It's not an exaggeration to say that there are easily 300 to 400 possibilities of where she could be.

I've spoken to her boyfriend (I really like this guy) and he's aware that she's moved, and knows where she is. He, very carefully, informed me that she's safe where she's at and that she will be living with a couple of people that they know from work. But, he is under very strict orders NOT to tell any of us anything more than that. I didn't push the issue, because that's not fair to him.
At least I know, that if I REALLY need to get ahold of her in person (not something that can be handled by a phone call), I can always have him go pick her up or take me to her.

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So... Let's back-track a little bit to let you know how we ended up at this point:

Sunday night, Heather didn't come home. Monday morning, I sent a quick text: "hey... you doin' ok?" (Trying to show that I noticed that she wasn't there, but NOT sounding like a harping mother). The response I got was: "yeah... and by the way, I'm moving out today."

WOAH!!! That's a shocker! (and so matter of fact) But, by TEXT ?!?!? C'mon, really?

When I got home Monday afternoon, I went into her room and noticed small oddities and things that were just 'not right'. I've found out since then, that last Saturday, while Craig, Kelly & I were cutting down a cherry orchard for fire wood, she apparently came home and took all of her clothes from her closet & dresser drawers. (Not anything obvious to anyone walking past her bedroom door.) And, on Sunday, again while none of us were home, she came back and took her 'stuffies', trinkets, and some of her shoes. Just simple little things that aren't noticeable unless you really take time to "look" for missing stuff.

After I informed her that her nameless "Friends" were not welcome in my home, she decided to have her boyfriend help her move the big heavy stuff instead of them. Fine with me. I know who he is, and I trust him.

Today is Wednesday. Everything but her bed is moved out. She says there's already a mattress in the room that she's staying in, so she doesn't need to take her bed. (yuck)

So, I guess I now have a guest room..... Hmmm. It REALLY needs some cleaning first. Or, maybe I'll set up the quilt I've had in pieces for almost two years. Who knows.

Anyhow... If any of you happen to see or talk to her, try not to be TOO inquisitive (no need for her to further alienate more of us). But, just see if you can get a feel for how she's doing and if she's okay.

Thanks everyone!