Housing

After Jackie received his acceptance letter earlier this month, we immediately sent in our housing request. We had toured the three-bedroom apartment when we visited in March and were sorely disappointed. They were tiny. Teeny tiny. Smaller than our two-bedroom mobile home. I stood in that apartment wondering what in the world I was going to do with all of my furniture. Wondering how I was going to train myself to walk through the living room without stubbing my toe each day. Practically lamenting over the fact that the current residents didn't have enough counter space so they had their microwave on their clothes dryer. Also there were only 1 1/2 baths which is a whole 1/2 better than what we have now but I did so have my heart set on two people being able to take a shower at once.



Later that evening, however, we visited some newly-minted friends in their two-bedroom apartment. When we walked in the door to their apartment I felt what the Israelites must have felt when they first set eyes on the Promised Land. Except, you know, on a much smaller scale. = ) Their living room was downright roomy! Their kitchen was painted a sunny yellow and they had counter space AND a closet pantry. Plus...a whole laundry room and a walk-in closet. (Yeah, you were laughing at me about the Promised Land thing until you heard about the walk-in closet, weren't you?) There were also two FULL baths!


The fact that there were only two bedrooms was a concern, though. Keeleigh and Jathan are 8 years apart in age and I don't imagine either one of them would care to share a bedroom with the other. After talking to our friends they mentioned that they knew of people with only two children who were living in the four-bedroom apartments. Gasp! So we rushed over to the four-bedroom apartments and took an impromptu tour of one very kind family's apartment. The living space was similar to that at the two-bedroom. Roomy and with a pantry and two full baths and a walk-in closet and laundry room. AND FOUR BEDROOMS. Room for everyone and the extra bedroom could be a homeschool room/office, I dreamed.



Outside there were little pavilions for people's grills. Plus, as at each apartment complex, there was a playground outside.







"This is where I'm meant to live," I thought. Ha, ha. Though we were told that it was not likely we would be able to get a four-bedroom though since families with 3 or more children are given priority, we indicated on our housing application that that would be our number one pick and that the two-bedroom would be our number two pick. I have made sure to let God know our preferences, too. (Don't feel bad, housing officials, that I went over your head.) So we are *patiently* waiting now to hear our fate. Where will we spend hours upon hours of the next three to four years of our lives? Hopefully we will know in early June meanwhile I'll try and figure out how to fit the entire contents of my living room into a space the size of a bathroom stall, just in case.