Sleepless and soon-to-be Homeless

I can't sleep. Even though Gav is *for now* sleeping peacefully, I can't turn my mind off. Just knowing we only have a month left before we move (in 30 minutes, it's exactly one month). We're going to be homeless.

I hate this part of the Air Force lifestyle, not knowing if you're going to have somewhere to live when you get to where you're going. We've had horrible luck finding any houses to rent (or look at through the internet) in Shreveport, we're not ready to buy a house yet though maybe if we found out we'd be staying there a few years we would consider it.

But for now, I'm just sitting here wondering where we're going to be in a month...sleeping in a hotel?!, or will we find an apartment to lease short-term. If you know me, you know that neither of those options are really what I'm comfortable with. But supposedly the wait for base-housing is either 3-6 months or 18-24 months...that's a big difference don't you think?!

It wouldn't be so bad, but living in a hotel with 2 dogs and a toddler is not an ideal living situation to say the least. An apartment is only a step above...if I learned anything staying with my parents these past two days...I've learned that a) my dogs have forgotten how to go "potty" while on a leash b) whippets are not meant to be confined to a house with no fenced backyard for longer than a couple of hours c)whippets do not calm down at age 2.  d)my whippets can't be trusted with open doors for any length of time. I keep imagining them escaping in Shreveport, I know they would be smushed or just lost forever pretty quickly.

Talking to Andrew makes me feel a little more at ease, but I know finding somewhere to live isn't one of his top priorities while he's at survival. He's just trying to ummm..survive.

Maybe for once, we'll get straight into base housing with no wait, and then I'll have new things to concern myself about...like starting all over again finding friends, finding a new church, a MOPS group...this never ending cycle of get an assignment, pack, move, wait for somewhere to live, get a new place, unpack, nervously introduce yourself to a million (or so it seems) people, get settled into a routine, find amazing friends, get comfortable, AND THEN get new orders, lather, rinse, repeat!  Sometimes I wonder what we've gotten ourselves into!?! So anyways- Sarah...I know you're worrying about different things, but just know you're not alone!!