Just eleven more days left until I am sleeping on the floor. Well okay not quite the floor as we purchased a queen sized air bed but still it will be just about the same in the end.
Not sure where the past five and a half years have gone but I know it went some place. Most of it has been with deployments and infertility treatments. I can blame the five year blur on that bit.
The flower beds are now all empty except for the rhododendron bush that was there when we moved in. The house is full of boxes to be filled up with the electronics. I'm starting to take down the curtains and photos from the walls. My fridge is almost empty too. Soon I'll be just buying food for each meal.
The next duty station has already offered us housing for the 12th of April. Big problem there. We won't be signed in yet. We have to be signed in to get the housing. We don't turn over our keys of our house until the 4th of April when we pass, hopefully, final inspection. I have hired a cleaning crew to help in the cleaning of the house. She'll do the inside but we have to do the garage, patio, storage and exterior of the house. The military allows us ten days to get to the new duty station and I'm going to need most of it to travel that three thousand miles. Before I was pregnant six days was all we needed. Now we'll be stopping more and J will be doing all the driving.
With any luck we'll have housing shortly after we arrive at the new duty station. I realize the choices are slim for two bedroom places on post and we'll most likely end up with an apartment down stairs but such is life. Even rank doesn't get better housing at the new duty station unless you are above Major or above E-7. A two bedroom at the new duty station is for a couple with one to two children up to the age of 10 even if a different gender and the housing is much smaller than here at JBLM.
I'll just make do.