One day left. That’s what we’ve been told. That’s what they, who break promises like the government, have promised us. Har har. We will be pulling up chalks and moving in as little as six weeks and we still don’t know our new address. Not only have we not found a house, we don’t even know the zip code, city, county, or state that the house will reside in.
We originally thought we’d find out in March where we’d be moving to. That was the first promise broken. We were given the last week in March/first week in April as “house hunting week”. With no house to hunt for we placated ourselves by going to the North Georgia mountains and not thinking about moving. That’s a lie, we thought about moving to the mountains but that would put a serious halt on my husband’s career.
We were then told we’d find out by the end of April. Supposedly they are legally bound to tell us where we’re going a certain number of days before we actually have to go there. Why would I assume they would start playing by the rules now though? April has come and gone. Except…there’s one day left.
My husband’s boss tried to take a little bit of control and emailed the people who are supposedly in the know. This was Monday. Approximately 58 hours ago.
Boss: “Dude, what’s up with Dressing’s assignment? He’s graduating in almost a month and has nowhere to go.” (name changed to protect the innocent and my butt)
Desk Jockey: “Relax, it’s being worked and he will be notified in 24 to 36 hours.”
Boss: “That’s great and all, but what job is he getting?”
Desk Jockey: XXXXXXXXX
We have not received that notification. Did I mention that this convo took place on Monday, approximately 58 hours ago (and it probably wasn’t typed out exactly the way I just made it sound)? That’s like the eleventeenth untruth told. Eleventeenth is Ashlyn’s favorite number. And am I to believe that we’ll actually get the notification tomorrow. Let’s just say I’m not holding my breath.
Are you noticing that I put a bunch of XXXXXXXXXes in place of where Desk Jockey said we were going? That’s because I want to kill y’all with suspense as much as we’ve been tortured with it for the past two and a half months. And plus, if I type it out God might have to play one of those big jokes on me by throwing another wrench in the system and changing it up on us. But look on the bright side, you only have to wait one more day.
I promise.
Your soon to be homeless, yet calm because God’s still in control, blogger,
Not So SAHM 
That’s just wrong! How do they expect you to find anywhere to live?! My hat’s off to you being able to live the nomadic lifestyle that you do, especially with kids.
Now y’all know how Abraham felt when God said “pack up your stuff”!
the suspense is killing me…..no wait, i think my pants are just too tight and that’s what’s killing me. anyway, i’m curious.
Love your salutation. Once you actually know for sure, you better break the suspense!