Springtime rolled around, and Mitch had begun the long commute from Whidbey Island down to Seattle, where his new project was. The commute is a killer, so we decided to put the house on the market and move back to the city. A Fed-Ex package arrived. The State Department was inviting him to Washington DC to take the Oral Assessment for that little job he applied for. He and Jack go spend the week and have a marvelous time. He passed the OA, so we all got to be poked and prodded and, um, other stuff. I'd tell you what other stuff, but I'd have to kill
The house sells. We were lucky to rent a new house month to month right by Mitch's school project in Kirkland. A big, soulless, ugly rental that we call "the hotel" because of it's beigeness (totally a word). There was a security clearance, which was very involved, so say our neighbors from the 90's and my second grade teacher's sister. Aaaaaaaand, he got the job. Officially for real. Put in his notice at work. Training starts on September 13 in Washington DC.
So, we're filling the car with Clorox wipes, barf bags, and hand sanitizer and heading out the first week of September so we can be sure to see the Corn Palace and the World's Biggest Ball of Twine or whatever on the way. Everyone has been asking me if we know where we'll be sent (and which parasite will be my ultimate downfall). All we know at this point is that we'll be in DC for a while for a long bit, probably a few years. The kids are really excited, and since everyone knows it's the mom who sets the tone, I am excited too. I will be especially excited when the boots that I ordered as a reward for myself arrive.