Did you know that apartment hunting from 2417.08 miles away sucks? I mapquested, don't judge.
No? Oh, well then. Lucky you.
The Husband found a really nice house for just about our BAH (Basic allowance for housing for all you non-military followers) and he's been tasked with calling the agent tomorrow to get some more information. In the mean time, I'm still apartment hunting. I thought I had narrowed it down to about 5 different places until I hit up the Camp Lejeune housing webpage and they provided me with a list of 38 apartment/townhome complexes. And me being me, I need to look at all of them.
Someone hand me a stiff drink. A margarita. Something.
I know, I'm dramatic and there are worst things in the world.
Shut it. I don't care right now. I consider 4 months (at least) ample time to find out that you're moving across the country. I found out about this 3 weeks ago and The Husband leaves in September.
Thankfully, some of my Marine wife friends have been helping me out and offering their support and wisdom to me (Shout out to Amber at Goodnight Moon! I know I haven't really been much of a bother, but I'm still getting my list together... So be prepared, girl.).
Why couldn't they keep us in California?
Ha. This is the Marine Corps I'm talking about... what am I thinking?