I'm not a patient person and waiting for phone calls isn't really my thing.
After some storming into offices, we finally got some answers. Answers in the form of an address and keys to said address.
Know what that means? It means we have a place to live!
Please note: If you are someone that we sent a new address to via Facebook, disregard that address. In order to move in before Brad is shipped out, we agreed to a different house with a completely different address. I will inform everyone that needs to know the new address privately.
We don't move in until Friday, so until then we continue hotel life.
The other good news is that the boys finally flew in from Grandma's house this afternoon! Oh how I missed those small bundles of chaos. Even though it was late in the evening, we skipped dinner and went right to the pool to play. The kids were overjoyed that swimming is obviously more important than eating at this new strange world called California and I had to drag them from the pool screaming and kicking, literally.
Okay only Camden was screaming and kicking. Calen's lips were blue and asked for pajamas and bed. I just love the age of 5.
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| reunited with these little men |
End note: the culture shock of going from living in a small beach town of 3000 people to a massive border city of 1.1 million has given us an extreme case of culture shock. So far we love the area but as with all major life changes, it's an extreme adjustment.
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