Moving Day

Boxes, boxes and more boxes! 

I don't know how we did it. The moving company packed on Monday, we slept on the floors of the new house Monday night, we went to work/school etc on Tuesday, and we returned home to a house full of furniture. As of Saturday night all 125 boxes had been unpacked. All of our family pictures are hung, the fall decorations are up, we have phone/internet service again, and the pantry is full. We are settled in our new place...at least for the next eight months, and we are relieved that the ordeal is over.

We're Moving Again

Much to my dismay, it seems that this moving ordeal is now a reality. I have ignored it and left all decisions to Wes (with the exception of finding a new house) because I have secretly hoped that we could avoid a move. Yesterday, however, Wes received the stamp of approval from DoL, and he made his way to the last office for another signature and approval for a fund site. Today he drove to the transportation office at Belvoir and arranged our pack out for October 20. On the 21st the moving company will drive our precious goods 1/8 of a mile to our new house. Because for the past three years I have said that if we had a bigger house I would entertain more, I have decided to do just that, and I have decided that no matter what we will buy a house when we get to our next duty station. 

Home, Sweet, Home Number 7

In the ten years that Wes and I have been married, we have moved six times. At the end of the month we will be moving into house number seven. The owners of the house we currently rent are going into foreclosure and the owner is hoping to sell the house before the bank repossesses it. Thankfully, the owners of the new rental house have agreed to lease their house to us for eight months. The two houses officially sit 1/8 mile apart. 

What a relief to have some questions finally answered! Now we are awaiting paperwork from two banks that will allow the gov't to move us for free. The boys are excited about the move, sort of anyway. Keagan is still worried that he will never see his Thomas trains, bunk bed, or collection of costumes ever again. Evan really wanted to live on a street with a friend from school. Unfortunately, the cul-de-sac has very few young kids. In my spare time, like I have any!!!, I will be cleaning out closets and trying to consolidate as much as possible. And we must find a washer and dryer.