Homelessness

In 9 days we will be leaving the country, and possibly not coming back for 3 years! It's crazy. We have been so focused on visiting family that I don't think our move has become real to me yet. I keep waiting to take our suitcases back to North Carolina, unpack, and be home. But we no longer have a home in North Carolina. We are homeless, and will be living out of suitcases for a while longer.

We just learned that even though we are already on the housing list in Rota, our house won't be ready immediately (we expected that) but there is no temporary housing available either (we didn't expect that). So it looks like we will spend next week at my parents' house, then fly to Spain and spend about one week in a hotel off base in Rota, then about one week in temporary housing on base, and then hopefully move into our actual house on base! So it's going to take a while before we have a house in Spain, and much longer to make it a home.

All the visiting and activities with family have been lots of fun and are giving us great memories, but it is also getting a little exhausting. Each time we go to a new place it takes the kids a few days to adjust, and we have been wearing them out. Mommy and Daddy aren't getting as much sleep as usual either. So after saying goodbye to the Lightfoots and Tuttles this morning, I am feeling drained and a little down. We are on our way to the annual Prosser Labor Day party for Mass and a crab feast. Maybe a day outside with good family and food will perk me up, then we need a slow quiet week at the Pennsylvania farm to get rested up for our long flight. Happy Labor Day everyone!