Hooligan Zoo

Two Zookeepers… many Hooligans… It's always feeding time at this zoo!

Drowning

on March 12, 2008

We are moving in 17 days.  2 1/2 weeks.  And I.  Am.  Freaking.  Out.

It is ridiculously difficult to prepare for a move while making sure that the resident hooligans of the house are fed/loved/cuddled/kissed/educated. 

What do we pack?  What do we leave til the last minute?  Can I just pack the children now?  Cuz that would make things a heck of a lot easier.  ((Now now, I would leave HOLES in the boxes for them to breathe, yeesh.))

Currently we live in subsidized housing here in town, and the neighbourhood isn't so great.  Unfortunately we are surrounded by people who see nothing wrong with swearing at their kids, fighting in broad daylight in the common area, and just in general being neglectful and not very nice to be around.

The past couple of years it hasn't been such a big deal.  The hooligans were small enough that they stayed in the yard, and were carefully supervised when other children came in.  Unfortunately, they are quickly outgrowing the confines of such a tiny backyard, which means that contact with some of the other children is getting harder to control.

I'm not saying that they shouldn't ever play with these children, just that I would like to limit the contact as much as possible.  Some of the kids that live around here are very sweet.  Some of them are not.  Ja and I take very seriously our job of protecting our kids, and we KNOW that it is time to move on from this place.

And off we go to the country in 17 days!  Thus far it's looking like we'll be living in a farmhouse, on a farm, with the run of about 85 acres.  We have thought long and hard about this place, there are a few things that aren't 'ideal', but I think we can make it work.  Not to mention that we have absolutely no other options.  We were praying for clarity, for a positive note that this is where God wants us to be, and voila!  There have been no appropriate listings for us since we saw this house. 

It's weird though, knowing that we're leaving this place in a couple of weeks.  I feel like I am stuck here.  Like I can't impliment any new kind of structure or organization.  Like I have to just abide for a while…  unfortunately, I also feel like this house is drowning me.  I'm deluding myself into thinking it will be 'so much better' in the new place.  Because of course a new house will mean that we will pick up toys when we are done with them, wash dishes right after a meal, and put away laundry as soon as it's dried.

Location, location, location, right?

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