Yesterday I had come to terms with our current location. In fact, just this weekend, I said to the Hubs that it was okay here, there was really just as many crappy things about this base as there are about other bases. It’s really fine.
Turns out, The Lord above has some other plans.
As of this morning, WE FINALLY RECEIVED ORDERS. I can’t even believe it. After 63+ months on post, over 5 years of drought and flies, we are beginning to out-process. And the best part is we are finally going to be closer to home, in the northwest. Smack right in the middle distance between our families. We haven’t been in the northwest in 10 years.
Here’s the real kicker though. Our report date is October 31st. That’s just over 3 months away. Meaning this sweet contract I procured is not coming to fruition. And, bloody hell, does that suck. Oh and we shall be 32ish weeks when we hit the road.
I’m beyond excited but I’m nervous about being unemployed. I’m nervous about finding a new Ob. I’m nervous about waddling across the country at 32 weeks. But I’m still so stoked I can’t believe it. We are going home.
Plan is to tell Boss Man Monday when he returns from holiday. Then to start blanket contacting all the veterinary clinics. And to get this hot mess of Ob stuff figured out.
And to move back home!