For the past week, I've been in a bit of funk over some "bad" news and haven't felt like writing, preferring to bury myself in reading.
What's the bad news? Julien's requests for transfers (he asked for a couple of different places) were all denied. I was so sure we were going to get to move and have our housing/neighbor problems solved. Not so, or not in the near future anyhow.
He did send his application to the embassy services yesty morning, so maybe we will have positive news from that. The only problem is that interviews for acceptance are not until December.
I'm into my sixth month of pregnancy and not looking forward to another move so soon, but I called to give our landlady notice yesterday. She told me that she wants to do some insulation work on the house and that the smoker is supposed to leave in Sept. Theoretically, if all the factors align, we could happily stay here. But if she doesn't do sufficiently satisfactory work on the house and the smoker doesn't leave, we're going to have to find another place before winter, and hopefully before I have the baby.
And if Julien gets accepted into the embassy service, it could mean a mission as soon as January or February. Which would imply, possibly, yet another move within four months. *sigh*
I like change, but I have my limits...