Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing—Benjamin Franklin
RETREAT!!!
I quoted before that “War does not determine who is right - only who is left. - Bertrand Russell” in reference to our squirrel quandary.
The outcome: We lose. In a matter of days, we will leave Boris and Natasha to work out their marital problems alone. Sadly this means that we will also be leaving Poe and the ward (not to mention the first calling I was legitimately excited about), but the plot thickened when Little’s room started smelling like squirrel droppings and the roof started falling in. The complex released us from our contract and we were able to find new housing fairly quickly, so all’s well that ends well and in a week we are leaving the squirrels to tear apart our apartment in peace. And you know, as much as I would’ve loved to write “Victory is ours!” I am more than happy to clear out and let them have the place. We will be graceful in defeat.
Packing the house up in a week is a semi-terrifying experience even without Bryce unavailable to help and Little having recently learned to crawl with an uncanny ability to find the exact thing he shouldn’t. In short: I’m panicking.
The upside is that we are living in one big miracle. One thing after another has fallen into place; from being released from our contract and having something open up in student housing almost simultaneously, to someone listing on Craigslist.org about a hundred moving boxes that they are giving away for free, to Little miraculously taking regular naps, and even things as small as packing tape being on sale at the grocery store… Heavenly Father is definitely looking out for us.
We have also found something that Little loves and will be incredibly helpful in doing house work later on. We made him a little playpen of boxes and put toys inside so that he can happily play all day long. Lovely.
My goal is to see how many times in two years I can manage to pack my house up. So far we are at four with another one potentially coming in April. Ah, the joys of a temporary existence.
Friday, October 29, 2010
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3 comments:
Bless your heart, a bummer and yet it will be good to be away from "them" and feeling safe! All the moving almost feels like the military. Rest assured, this too shall pass! (Into something else!)
OH MY GOSH!!!!! Look at him GO! What a darling little video! Thanks so much for sharing. Sure wish we could help you move...hopefully this next place will be home for awhile. We love you so much!!!!
cute video! wish i were there to help you move, sounds like a crazy life, but you are looking at things with such a positive attitude!!!
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