Dear people who work in the housing office:
If your website says that you can put yourself on the waiting list as soon as you have orders and then when you submit all of your paper work, it’s not cool to say that you cannot actually put your name on the list until you arrive at your next duty station.
It’s also not cool to tell some one over the phone that the wait time for a house is 50-90 days and then when they arrive at the housing office in person say it’s actually a one year wait. I’m certainly not very good with the numbers, but I have never in my life confused 50-90 days with 365.
Didn’t your mamas tell you that lying isn’t nice?
I’m sure you’re all lovely people, but right now, I’m mad at you.
The Neurotic and (after November 20th) Homeless Housewife.
So, it looks like we’re living off post again, which makes me very unhappy. I truly enjoyed living off post here in Virginia because we managed to find a great neighborhood and school for Caroline; I hope we can find the same in Hawaii. It’s just really hard to search for a place to live when you’re 5,000 miles away.
Based on a search on Great Schools, we’ve narrowed down an area where the schools are decent and the commute won’t be terrible for Craig, which is half the battle. The next part is finding a place to rent in a nice neighborhood with kids for Caroline to play with. 99% of the time I’m completely at peace with the fact that we have an only child, but that 1% of uncertainty rears its ugly head any time I have to worry about finding playmates for Caroline. Granted, if we had more than one kid, they could fight all the time and it wouldn’t matter, so perhaps I’m worrying for nothing.
I don’t now.
But what I do know is that right now I’m mad, sad and overwhelmed.
In my heart of hearts I know that we’ll find the perfect place for us to live, but what’s really bugging me is that we’ve been promising Caroline for a long time that when we get to Hawaii we can get a cat. Our current landlord doesn’t permit animals, but having them on base housing is usually no big deal. Except, we’re not going to live on base and all of the rental houses I’ve looked at do not allow animals. This totally breaks my heart; I hate disappointing Caroline. She REALLY wanted to get a cat. Of all the things to be upset about, this is the one that is really getting to me.
Not cool at all.