So I tried to sell my house...that was a no go and it got rented to some polygamous family from down the street...poor man with like 3 heckling and pregnant wives. What was he thinking...what were they thinking...but I digress. I packed up my 3500 square ft house into a trailer (many many many thanks to my best friend and her husband...I don't know what I would have done without them). I mailed (thanks again to Branden) a bunch of stuff to my parents, who had agreed to let my 5 kids and myself take over their small house for a few months. Packed my kids and a cat into a Jeep Commander and drove from Utah to Rochester, NY (with a small stop in Savannah, GA just because).
I had no job (still no job and running on the hope that we'll make it with financial aid) and still no apartment in NYC but my hopes were high. Living with my parents wasn't at all what I had hoped it would be, but if I had gone there with my eyes unclouded it probably turned out much like most people would expect when you combine two differently run households into a tiny house. Thank goodness for the YMCA, Cynthia, my Aunt and Uncle, Trinity and Koininia Fellowship. Three weeks before the term was supposed to start I finally got an apartment in Staten Island. Packed up the 5 kids and the cat again into the Jeep Commander and too much stuff that the Jeep probably would have exploded if my very kind Aunt and Uncle hadn't let me drop some stuff off at their house. Drove the 6 hours to the apartment and attempted to move in. So here we are...I still don't have the kids registered for school and the schools are a bit scary. I have to commute 1 1/2 hours to school and then back again (up hill both ways in blinding snowstorms all year round...hehe). I have to fit all my stuff and 5 kids oh and don't forget a cat, into an apartment that is maybe 1200 square ft. But it's New York City!!! Think of all the stuff we can do. I'm sure anyone else in my position would have done the same thing. Right!??
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