Moving In

I recently moved out of my apartment with housemates. I ended up moving into the YWCA. It is inexpensive women’s housing in a 12-story building which used to be a hotel. I live in a room on the 9th floor with a tiny bathroom and share a shower/tub with one other woman in between our rooms. (I have just a toilet, sink, window and medicine cabinet.) I have a pretty nice view from my room of trees, houses and the lake in the distance. Everything is pretty small in this place. However, there is a lounge and spacious kitchen on the floor that I share with others. At this point my room is pretty chaotic. I have only opened one or two boxes to get out toiletries and a change of clothes. My friends from church helped me move in my boxes and furniture. The crazy guys stacked 6 or so boxes in my narrow closet. I need a ladder or step stool to get all the boxes off the top shelf! It took several days before I got confirmation that I was going to move here. It stressed me out. I think God was trying to stretch me to get me to trust Him more. I don’t like having to go through that stuff, but God’s wiser… Here's a picture of the place where I live!