Homeless

Our weekends have been filled with many hours of house searching. We’ve filled out a couple of applications but have no idea how people are chosen, which is sort of frustrating. I asked a real estate agency and was told that they just run all the applicants background checks, then give all the information to the owner of the property, and he/she chooses you. I sort of feel like a puppy at the pound waiting for someone to find me worthy, or maybe I’m the deflated old dog that doesn’t even catch your eye when you walk by. I don’t know! We’ll probably have to move to a shady hotel in a week but I’m okay with that as long as it’s just temporary. Last night I counted how many times I’ve moved and the number is 11 in the last 7 years, not including 3 summers of camp, living out of a Rubbermaid and in a barn. That’s a lot of effort spent moving stuff around. I look forward to the day we stay in one place for a while.

Work has been going well but one of our staff has left to take care of a terminally ill aunt and will be gone until the end. Everyone has been covering her shifts and I’ve been getting more hours than I know what to do with. My days are usually 7-7 and I’m super appreciative for the time, especially because I like my job and it doesn’t feel like 12 hours when I’m there. Yesterday one of my coworkers used “crikey” in a real sentence, and I almost peed my pants I was so happy. It was my first Australian crikey.

Last weekend we went to The Argyle for a birthday party, and it was the most beautiful bar I’ve ever been to. I want to design a house that looks just like it. I didn’t bring a camera but here is a glimpse of how awesome this one small section of it is. Please note: Hanging glass booth in center where DJ does his thing. I'll try and get a picture of the bathroom area, I know the Canadians were taking pictures of it. We're a classy bunch.

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