Here I am, kids! Alive and well. I apologize for my sudden, unexplained hiatus. The past few weeks have been wacky to say the least so I want to try fill you in a little before I try and resume a regular posting schedule.
Let's start on April 8. That is the day my husband and I decided to impulse buy a condo. I really wish there were a way to say that without making us sound like we have more money than sense (which, believe me, we don't) or like we are just total idiots. But when push comes to shove, by definition, I guess it is an impulse buy. The way Nick and I have adapted to the military lifestyle of moving with the frequency nomads and orders changing at the midnight hour has been to simply fly by the seat of your pants and always keep an eye out for opportunity. Then, be ready to make the plunge cause you never know when you will get a second chance. So when we found out that we could by a really nice and super affordable townhome, essentially across the street, have the builder's pay our lease break and foot the bill for a large portion of closing, in a town that has a large transitional population that would lend itself well to keeping property as a rental once we move, and at a time in our life when our family unit plus possessions is small enough to fit in a space that is both small enough AND big enough to be super desirable to future renters. Well, you see how it would have been hard to say no to such a proposition. So there has been lots of phone calls, emails, and paperwork with that.
Skip to April 11 (mind you, 3 days after the decision to purchase the townhome) we get a random letter in the mail from a collection agency saying we owe about $1000 in back taxes for property tax on our car from the state of Connecticut for 2007 and 2008. Which is odd because we lived in CT for 3 months in 2006.....hmmmmm. I did a little google search and found out that this particular collection agency is known for being rather harassing too......super. I won't bore you all with tax law info from the state of CT, but I will tell you we were right and they were wrong (HA! Triumph!). But nevertheless, that meant ANOTHER round of panicked phone calls and emails to our lawyer friend, an official visit to the legal office on the airforce base and ANOTHER dubious pile of paperwork. (If anything can be said about me, it is that I am organized and diligent to the extreme when recording things.)
The following week my husband and I got the worst stomach flu I have had in YEARS. Like I lost 7lbs in 4 days sort of sick. Like I bunched up the rug on our bathroom floor and used it as a pillow while I covered up with a random dirty beach towel cause it was the closest thing sort of sick.
Then the following Tuesday I started my new job. Which, by the way, is kinda freaking awesome. But has also been a giant black hole for time even before I started working. I am working as a technical writer for a big company you have probably never heard of that has their hands busy in a gazillion different things. But the department I work in primarily deals with software development. As such they are, like, break your kneecaps serious about nondisclosure....hence my super vague description. And yes, I might be making the kneecap thing up. It would really just be serious jail time and/or a heavy fine. Either way, consequences serious enough to warrant 5 hours of background check paperwork and THAT is no exaggeration. (What I say about eating up time?)
So, my friends, if you have been wondering where I was, fear not. I had not forgotten about you. I was merely in room somewhere with a pen and piece of paper filling out my last name, first name, middle initial, current address, current phone, social security number, addresses for the past 7 years (FYI - legally I have had 9), so on and so on and so on.......