I need to share a bit of background for this update to make sense: In Sept. Hubby started a new job that required a move, but Little Man and I were committed to spending the school year at our old house. This meant we found a new house, got Hubby set up there, and Little Man and I spent the year traveling between the two places each weekend.
While this was not ideal, it really wasn’t bad, and we got into a nice routine.
Until the tenant vacated the home we own in different location (5 hours away), leaving the place DESTROYED! Throughout the months of March and April, we met at that house to work on repairs and renovations to make it livable again (This is actually a much longer story, but I’m trying to keep this poster shorter than a novel!). Traveling between THREE houses REALLY sucked, but we kept our chins up, laughed at each other’s antics and got through it.
May marked the end of the school year, so we spent the month packing up and preparing to move out of the old house. It was a lot, and after the insanity that was March and April, we were exhausted. Again, we kept our chins up and powered through, knowing that we just had to get through it and life would settle down.
We completed the move on June 4.
This was my Facebook post to celebrate being unpacked.
On June 17th I celebrated unpacking the FINAL BOX!! I was SO proud of myself, and we were all SO excited to be settling in. We had done it! We survived everything the spring had thrown at us, and it was time to enjoy the peace that was our reward. We had our vacation coming up; I have a new job in a new school district; and Little Man was excited to see his new school.
Our peace lasted 12 days.
My family spends part of each summer traveling (usually camping) around the country to visit people and places. This year’s trip was scheduled to run June 29-July 10 as we spent time with people at an amusement park, hiked up to Clingman’s Dome in Great Smokey Mountain National Park, spent time at a lake in Arkansas, and enjoyed the 4th with family in Texas, before stopping at my in-law’s house on our way back home.
As we zipped our bags and finished loading our vehicle, Hubby got an email. He read it, paled, sat down, and began swearing. Our landlord was writing to inform us that they’d been displaced from their house and needed to move back into the one in which we were living. They would not be able to renew our lease and were wondering if we could possible vacate early. They were kind, flexible, and apologetic – but it didn’t change the fact that we now have to find a new place to live and complete a move AGAIN!!!
Looking at a calendar and talking through logistics, we realized there was NO WAY we could move in August (between teacher work weeks, starting a new school year, figuring out childcare, and me teaching a new grade level in a new school, it was about 3 steps beyond what we can juggle). Our deadline needed to be my first day of work – July 29.
And we were literally on our way out the door on vacation
I made calls from the road, and we cut our vacation short, but we had no luck finding a rental home. There just wasn’t enough time. We decided to get an apartment and store our stuff for one year. It will buy us time to find a place we like in the area we want to live. It will also allow us to finish selling (*hopefully!!!*) the house we own.
At this point, I’ve found us a storage unit, have 2 tours scheduled to see places for after-care for Little Man, and we’ve applied for a 2 bedroom apartment. We’re waiting for the application to be approved and are hoping to move stuff to the apartment on July 20 and stuff into storage on the 27th, so we can turn in keys on July 28.
And that will be the end of summer.
I am exhausted, defeated, drained, and ill-prepared to jump into the school year again – let alone at a new school!
I’m hopeful that the small apartment will make all of the home chores a lighter burden (no yard work, simplified bills, less cleaning, etc.)
Hubby is amazing and has agreed to take the lead with Little Man (getting him on the bus, picking him up from aftercare, handling parent-teacher meetings, packing lunches, etc.)
I will put my head down and slog forward, one day at a time.
And eventually, someday, things will get easier again. They have to – right??!??!!