Let's face it, sometimes moving can have it's stressful moments. It's inevitable. And given the fact that we just picked up and moved around the globe, I'm fairly impressed at how well we have managed. [especially with our little trouble maker!] There have been a few tiny kinks that we've had to iron out along the way, but nothing big--thank goodness! With that said, today we hit probably our most frustrating point in all of this. (which still may not seem huge but since everything has gone so well up till now, it's really all we've had to be frustrated about. haha) So bare with me here.
Since moving out of our home a few days into August, we have been so anxious to settle back down. We've done so much research on homes here and looked at floorplan after floorplan just trying to get an idea of what we will call home for the next 3 years. Now that we know how it really all works, nothing could have really prepared us, but it made us feel better at the time so no harm done. The way it's SUPPOSED to work is: you arrive, go to a briefing, tell them how many are in your family, pets, where you work, etc. Then you wait for the phone call. The phone call where they offer you two homes. Once they extend an offer you go by their office and pick up the keys to view said homes. You look at the homes and have till 330pm that day to tell them which one you want. Then you make an appointment for another briefing where they go over rules, expectations, etc., then 3 days later, you move in.
Now, this is how it actually happened: (we arrived on a Friday night so we had to wait till Monday to go into the housing office.)
Day 3 on the island, tired and not adjusted to the time change we venture in to our initial housing briefing ready to get the process started. Logan was a TERROR. I'm talking blood curling screams and fits like you see from kids at WalMart. I was mortified by his behavior. I couldn't even sit in the briefing. I took Logan to the waiting area where he continued to be a terror, but at least I could spank him and take him outside. One of the poor fellas who witnessed his many fits came out and asked if we were ok. My response was, "other than wanting to overdose on birth control right now, I'm good." He laughed, not knowing if I was serious or not, and went back inside.
Day 4 and 5 we heard nothing. Heard other people getting phone calls that attended the briefing AFTER we did, but we contained our jealousy and said, 'our turn will come.'
Day 6: In the middle of getting the car situated and in our name, Jon's phone rang! YAY! IT WAS THE CALL! They didn't have housing on the base we requested so they had 3 offers for us instead of 2. One offer was in Plaza housing (a duplex type home situation), and the other 2 were towers; one on a ground floor and one on the 3rd floor in the adjacent tower. At the end of the phone call she said, "oh but you can't come get the keys till Monday." UGGGGHHH. Like dangling a lollipop in front of a kid and then pulling it away saying, "you can have it after dinner...in 4 days." So we buck up and wait.
Present day, 9/16/13--we arrive at the housing office about as soon as they unlocked the doors, at which time they informed us that the towers were unavailable for viewing until Wednesday but that we had to make our decision today by 3:30pm. Ummmm..."so we can't see them? not even another empty one to get an idea of the home?" Their response, "No." So we opted to drive to the duplex home and see what that had in store. It was a decent little home. It drives me crazy when all the people on HGTVs House Hunters only view the negatives, so I will say it did have it's positives. It was in a cul-de-sac, had great storage and a beautiful sliding wall to get to the back. But it had a huge yard which we are responsible for, and nothing on base but other homes. No gas station, no child care, no shops at all--and again, pretty far from work for Jon and hopefully soon, for myself as well. Due to the location issue, we felt that even without seeing the towers, at least we know people on the base where the towers are and they had things to do on base. For instance: right outside the tower doors is a huge playground. Most nights we go to the playground to let Logan burn that last bit of energy before bed. He loves it, we love sleeping all night; win win scenario. It's also down the street from a huge soccer field and track, and the daycare we are putting Logan in is literally around the corner from the towers. Oh, and there's a PizzaHut down the street too. Mommy Win right there. So now the decision between a ground floor or the 3rd floor in the other tower.
Ground Floor: can flood during typhoons, has more bugs, is on the trash floor so kinda stinks. Also, this particular tower has not been renovated yet compared to the other so we opted for the 3rd floor unit. Taking a leap of faith here and trusting it's for the best! On Monday (next Monday) we will meet for our one on one briefing and then Wednesday the government furniture will be delivered until ours arrives. Thursday we will get the keys and can officially start settling down in our home!
Like I said, may not seem like that big of a deal but we were really hoping to get to see all our home options to feel like it's actually happening and to have an image in our head to look forward to. After a month+ of being homeless, we really wanted to SEE what could be our new home. But I will end on a great note and say that even without seeing it, we know it was the right choice and are so excited for next week!
In other news we are asking you say a prayer for me tomorrow night before you go to bed. I have a job interview on Tuesday afternoon here (Monday night on your side of the pond) and I need my nerves to be calmed and for confidence in myself.
I know this was a long post but finding a home was huge for us! I will post pics as soon as I'm able to take some!!!! Thank you all for keeping up with us! We love you!



























