Blogging has been a tad…well virtually nonexistent lately.
Some of you already know that we are going to be moving overseas in accordance w/ The Guy’s new orders and upcoming end of tour. There will be more on that, as I reach for an outlet to vent my anxieties about moving overseas. To be clear, we are all excited for this opportunity, but we are very sad to be leaving Hawai’i, the first place that has really and truly felt like a home for us. The Guy and I have both come from single mother headed homes, me w/ my father hundreds of miles away and he having never met his. Frequent moving, borderline poverty (sometimes actual), abuse, addiction, and rocky relationships w/ our family are things that we both relate to well. Making this family in Hawai’i has given us such a settled feeling. We have community, we have found and enrolled The Kid in what I truly believe to be the Very Best School in the Universe (possibly the Multiverse, but I am not yet well travelled), and it is the first place where we have come together and made plans. Plans for the future, and plans to find and have a home.
But that will not be right this moment.
Right this moment has entailed a ton of preparation for an even that is still over four months away. Right this moment has found us running around and making appointments for exams to find us “fit” or “unfit” for transferring overseas.
Just this morning we had an appointment (which I made a week ago) for the Part II of the screening. I was told that the appointment would be for all three of us back to back to back. When we arrived they were surprised that we expected to be examined, all three. The officer we were assigned was outright refusing to do it b/c she would not “be credited for” all three of us, since the appointment said [The Guy] plus two. She also feared it would set her schedule behind for the whole day.
Well, an hour and a half after what would have been our 40 minute appointment she examined The Kid and myself, and apologized for being angry w/ the situation. The irony is that her refusal and eventual having to do it anyway threw off her schedule more than if she had done it in the first place. We waited almost three hours for what she accomplished in 30 minutes.
And this has been the story of our lives. We still have the passports to apply for, which requires the paperwork from The Kid’s father, which I hear is on it’s way. We have to plan our household goods shipments, but not until we get rid of everything, b/c homes where we are going are furnished, and we don’t know yet what we need to bring. We have to plan our travel arrangements to include the large amount of leave time that we are getting before we officially transfer.
This is all a wordy way of saying that I am not getting as much time as I would like for posting.
But it is coming.
In the mean time, I am trying to cram in as much volunteer time at The Kid’s school as possible. We are trying to absorb as much of the atmosphere as possible so that we can maintain the aspects of the Adlerian education that have improved our lives so much.
Thanks for reading my seemingly stream of consciousness post.
