This is approximately how long I have until we move. For those that can't count...that's one month, one week and two days. I don't know quite how to feel at this moment. I really thought I'd have a little more time until we had to leave. I'm apprehensive, worried and I feel rushed. I want to make sure my daughter lives in an area that has really good schools, so we have concentrated our search in Round Rock, TX. The town is about 17 miles North/North East of Austin and it has exemplary schools.
Now the search for a house has begun. Yet, we still don't have orders outlining when we need to leave and when he has to report. I've been able to find a Realtor in the area that has put together listings in the price range and town we're looking at. We've found a couple that are real contenders. One had a great yard, but they were asking an exorbitant amount of money on the pet deposit, so I said thank you, no. The other house will allow our pets with no issues, but the square footage is a concern since it's smaller than what we live in currently and it's tight to get all our furniture in here. The last one has just about everything on our list...yard, fenced area for the boys to run, 3 bedrooms, an office and garage space. It doesn't have a refrigerator though, but that's not an issue...we get one at a pretty decent price. The last house is currently occupied but, will be ready for new tenants on 15 March...just about a week before we'll be in the area.
I just don't like feeling rushed. I feel like I'm being pushed to choose something and it limits my options. I don't like that...at all. I don't like someone else having all the control. Sometimes I wonder what I was thinking when I married my husband. Was I insane? Is this really what I signed up for? Moving every year to a new town, new state. I try to look at as an adventure, but some days I fail to see the adventure. My daughter wants to stay in one school for one school year. I haven't even been able to do that. She has attended 5 different schools in the course of 3 years. This will be our 4th move in 3 years...and we'll be moving again next year. Some times I really feel like a horrid parent, especially when she makes good friends and she has to tell them good bye.
This is our life. Welcome to the Army. Kiss my ass...
Signed,
One disgruntled Mommy and Wife.
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