Yes, there’s an echo in here. Supposedly our shipment is getting on a boat and leaving Bahrain today, but I’m not holding my breath. Nothing is ever delivered as promised in the Middle East or the military and I’ve got both working against me in this case.
We have a couch to sit on and beds to sleep on
but not much else.
View when we walk in the front door . . .
The someday living room/music room
We bought the beanbag so the kids have somewhere to sit and study upstairs.
We have everything we need, but nothing to make it feel like home. That’s OK, I know this part of a move is always hard. I could go back and read the same kind of posts that I’ve written every time we’ve moved in the Middle East in the summer. It’s hot, we are stuck inside with nothing to do, and feel a bit disconnected. It was true in Oman, Bahrain, and now here in UAE. Egypt was our easiest transition and I think it’s because we moved in December, which was perfect. Walking and exploring weather from the moment we landed. Someday I’ll be able to walk around outside. In November.
I’m still sick, but getting better. It finally clicked that I had strep, not just a bad sore throat, so Josh went to the pharmacy and bought some miracle antibiotics for me. My days have mostly been full of naps and coughing. I did drive myself to the gym once without getting lost and I half worked out (in between wheezing) so yay, me. Another personal victory was driving myself to church to go to the women’s Bible study group which wasn’t fun because I dread doing new things with new people, but I survived. I hate the New Church feeling — church is supposed to feel like home and family and going to a new one never feels right. TIME, time, time, time . . . that’s the only thing that fixes it. And doing things with strangers because that’s how they go from being strangers to friends. Eventually.
I haven’t been blogging because there’s nothing interesting to tell. Camille is still crying every day — 3 weeks into school. We had one good day where she only cried when she was bitten by an ant on the playground, but since then she has cried even more. We removed the waterpark bribe because it was too much pressure for her. She was focusing on that and stressing too much about it and that was making her cry. Someday she won’t cry. I hope.
The boys are great. Happy and busy. One playing rugby, one swimming, and one in soccer. Josh’s work is great and he’s happy. It’s just the girlie part of the family that needs a little fixing. We are planning a family road trip over the EID vacation next week and I’m hoping that helps lighten our mood a bit. And I’m really, really hoping that our stuff will be ready to be delivered after the holiday break.