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Living on borrowed time

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Isn't Navy life crazy?

We had some stress this past week when we found out we could not extend our lease because the homeowner's plan to return to the property-- the house we are currently living in. (Check out my blog post "Murphy's Law.") My hubby talked to his lieutenant and detailer and we were able to get orders for October. Even better, we have the orders PRINTED and IN HAND so we can set up our move in August before our lease expires. It all came together.

In all honesty, I had a bit of a freak out when I found out that we couldn't extend our lease. It really stressed me out. I kept thinking about how much money it would cost for us to move in-town, as well as the inconvenience. And this would be just weeks or months before we would be moving again! (Confused? Read that blog post I mentioned, "Murphy's Law." It will fill you in.)

Not that I freaked out that much-- it was nothing a good cry and a Bones marathon couldn't solve-- but it really made me nervous. I didn't sleep well and I started convincing myself coffee has more nutrients than it really does. I also started fretting about whether or not our oldest would be able to do his 5-year old preschool class next year at his preschool-- if we moved locally, would we be close enough? Would we actually get orders and move out of state? I fretted about the summer camps I already signed him up for and paid for. Should I be seeking refunds? I started thinking about the plans we have already made this summer. Should we let people know we might be cancelling? Will we be cancelling? If we move in-town, could we still do these trips, financially or time-wise?

Okay, maybe I did freak out a lot more than I thought. My mind just started going in a million directions. When I took D to preschool, I would roll down the windows and let the warm spring air roll in. I would turn up the radio... but those thoughts would still creep back in. "Maybe you should keep a look out for houses for rent. Maybe you should contact your realtor. Maybe you should warn D he might not be going to school here in the fall. Maybe you shouldn't have told him he would be going there in the first place."

Living in limbo is so hard. I don't know why it is so hard. I kept telling myself to let it go, that it will all work out, that everything will come together, give it some time... I prayed about it and did my best to hand it over to God. I would feel peace for the rest of the afternoon, but that night as I lay in bed, I would be praying and handing it over to God again!

And then we got our orders-- thank you, God! (Thank you, Navy!) Relief flooded in. I really don't know why living in limbo is so hard. Everything did work out and come together-- perfectly, in fact. We have a plan. I am going to pull our oldest from his 5-year old preschool class here in North Carolina next fall. We are going to start homeschooling then instead. I've spent the afternoon updating our move notebook. I've been reading some blogs about what power school will be like. We started re-working our summer plans that were interrupted with the upcoming move. This week I'm going to set up our HHG move.

It came together so perfectly that I wish I played it cool like my husband and really handed things over to God. I think I tell myself this every time we move (this is our 3rd PCS), but next time I'm not going to stress out so much.


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