Yesterday, my wife and I started packing. We haven't heard from the property management place about our application yet, but regardless, we have to move so we decided to get started instead of waiting till the last minute.
We are packing things that we do not use on a daily basis and wait till we know more about when we can move to pack the other things.
I felt really bad when my youngest son came home from school to see the living room filled with moving boxes. He started crying and asked why we were moving and asked why we don't like it here anymore. It was heartbreaking to me. He is too young to understand about "foreclosure" and things like that. We tried to explain it to him, but he was still upset. I would be too if I were him. They like their school, they like the house and the big yard and now he is losing it.
I just pray that we get the house we applied for. All I can think of right now is the chance we won't be able to find a place to live and the look on my son's face when he saw the moving boxes.
These are the trials and tribulations of a regular guy who bacame his children's Dad.
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