Well, the Viner Farm is no more. We are no longer homeowners and are living out of laundry baskets, though not homeless. I knew selling the farm would be difficult but I had hoped it would be more like ripping off a band aid rather than a slow, agonizing amputation over several months.
I'm hoping to not call this a "chapter" in our history as I pray this will be much too short in duration to merit a whole chapter. The kids are actually all doing quite well with this transition, with the exception of Mikaylie who feeds largely off of my emotion. I probably share too much with her and have mistakenly told her that she would not have to go to school after the first trimester because we'd leave before the completion of the second. Unfortunately, without visa approval she must continue to attend.
Billy's job in Corbin ends next week and he'll then be unemployed. He is looking into some locum jobs, which are short term, usually covering for a vacationing physician or filling in until a permanent physician is hired. The jobs actually pay quite well, but are farther away and provide no health insurance. Our coverage ends at the end of the year.
One bright, exciting note is that House Hunters International has chosen to do a show about our pilgrimage to NZ. This too, however, is contingent on our visa approval.
And so... we wait...
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