something. I hear Ryne and his 2 buddies in the basement. Ryne comes up and is worried that they woke me. I let him know that it's 3 and he appears shocked but wide awake. I finally go back to sleep around 4 and then woke up for good at 6. I had plans on doing some computer work downstairs, so Jesse and I head on down to: one kid on the sofa, one on a chair and Ryne in the middle of them on the floor all curled up under a SpongeBob blanket. Oh man, my description isn't doing it justice, but it is a real crack up. I wanted to take a picture, but I thought it might be a little creepy if one of the boys woke up to me taking a picture of him. I would go in Ryne's room and work on this, but well his room smells of a 12 year old boy. I never knew that smell until I had one. So, I'm typing away in my bed, next to a sleeping Brian.
It's funny how my sleeping issues were at first caused by work and now that I've given my notice, I can't sleep due to this move. This move... You know how
you know something just feels right and natural, and you just have that warm
feeling surrounding it? This move is complete opposite of that. It just seems as nothing is falling it to place like it should. At every move, we find challenges.
I guess it all started with how long it took for them to actually give Brian the job. We know they wanted him from the beginning, but there were so many unreturned calls, emails, etc. Brian was getting really pissed, and I don't blame him. The process took way too long, and then when we finally found out we didn't have much time to make this move happen. As it stands, Brian still hasn't rec'd the letter that tells us what they're paying for in the move. He has an initial email, so he thinks he knows (should be everything), but again there's no certainty in anything. We know we have to pay for the move and then we'll get reimbursed (which is tough, since the move is soooo expensive). Then there's been the issue with finding the house. I guess it wouldn't be too hard if we were fine with living right next to the college with all the students (and our kids would never be able to sleep), but of course that's not what we are looking for. There is so much demand for housing. I'd say 80% of the inquiries I've made (phone, email) haven't been returned. We finally really found something we'd love, and the gal was getting back to me, albeit very slowly. I told her we wanted it, but then I didn't hear back. I was so frustrated. I couldn't understand. It's on 1 1/3 acres and the home is plenty big enough. It has a fireplace and a hot tub. It's $100 more than we wanted to spend, but we figured it was worth it. Oh, and it's near the preferred elementary school for Cal. So damn frustrating. So yesterday, after working all morning on trying to get a hold of people again on housing, it got the best of me. I was so stressed. How can you plan a move in 2 weeks, when you don't have a place to live? So, for the umpteenth time, Brian suggested we just say screw it and stay here. I told him, that's probably a good idea. I was so upset. I was fighting back tears for a good portion of the morning. Then, when we were in our car to take the boys to the local festival, I got a call from a woman I'd been in touch with about a different house. She gave me information I was wanting to hear and looking for. We told her we wanted the house. She got back to us later, stating she had others that wanted it (as we knew there would be), but she wanted to rent to us. Yay. A house. It's not in the location we were hoping for, but it's a nice house in a residential neighborhood (there will still be college kids I'm sure, as 58% of the population of the town is just that).
After we took the boys to the festival (which is how we ended up w/ 2 of Ryne's buddies staying here), we came back home and fed everyone. Then Brian and I went back down to listen to some live music and have some beers. Oh beer, in the sun, oh how you waste me! haha. We had a really nice time. It was one of those nights when you just look at the person you're married to and feel entirely grateful to be his wife. Anyway, we did talk about the move, but it didn't consume the evening. Thank God for beer. But once we got home, he again suggested that we stay. It's hard.... I know the move would be great in that we'd be closer to family and friends, but nothing about it has felt right. So, at this moment I can't say for sure what we are going to do.... Another year out here would be the smart thing to do, but what if there isn't opportunity to move then? This is the first one that Brian has taken seriously since we got out here over 2 years ago. Oh, and guess what....in my drunken state last night, I get a late email from the lady about the house on the acreage that we want.... I've already verbally committed to the other gal. Shit. Plus, it's $100 more a month. Fuck this adulthood shit.
I know there's big news surrounding the Treyvon Martin case, but that's not what this blog is about. So, I won't talk about it. But, I will mention that I saw the guy from Glee died. How sad... Addiction sucks... It left me thinking of my person this morning. I know how much she loves that show. She and so many will definitely be saddened.
Well, I've bitched and cried (not literally) enough this morning about this move. It's consuming me, as things like this tend to do. I
just hope today brings us more clarity.
Happy Sunday to you all!