Moving on with life

So with the end of our year in base housing creeping closer to us, I finally bit the bullet and bought a house in Colorado Springs. It's a very nice house with ALMOST everything I could ask for.... 4 bedrooms, tri-level, wood burning fireplace, huge-to-me backyard, and the icing on the cake... 2200 square feet.

I met the neighbors the other day. To the right of me, a nice family with teenage boys and a cute little 18 month old girl. To the left of me, an older gentleman and his wife with grownup chidren and adorable little grandchidren. And behind me a retired military couple with SEVEN girls ranging in age from 6 to 22. In talking with each neighbor respectively I learned that the fence line is the ORIGINAL fence, so that must go this spring and be replaced. Also found out that the house has been empty for 3 years.... wow... had I known that I would have countered the counter the sellers gave me.

And then - reality check with the military and my shipment of household goods. After calling yesterday to find out where my goods were (they were supposed to be delivered on Friday), I was told by the moving company that per the military everything was put into storage on 2 November. WTF. So I call the Colorado Springs military movers and was told that because my shipment was a bluebark shipment and it requires delicacy and was a "sensitive" matter, that when my stuff arrived in the Springs on the 2nd that instead of calling me to schedue a delivery, they called the casulity officer in the area. When they were unable to get ahold of the casuality officer, they put my stuff in storage.

Excuse me? So because my husband died for his country, you wont deal with ME directly?? You have to play 3rd party with me and have a casuality officer contact me to schedule delivery?? I realize they don't know me, and don't know I've been living this life from hell for the last 11 months, but seriously now.... I'm not some wilting rose ready to fall apart at the slightest touch. So because they didn't want to deal with me specifically because of the "sensitive" nature of the move, I'm shit out luck without my stuff until Thursday, November 11th. Thanks for fucking me over once more United States Air Force. So I hung up on the SSgt after telling her that, and called my casuality officer at EAFB who assure me that this was NOT the way it was supposed to happen and she would deal with it to the best of her abilities.

So after ignoring their call 3 times while venting to a friend I called them back. Shockingly enough, after I told them to not bother the shipping company, they called the shipping company and managed to get them to deliver my stuff on Monday.

The icing on my cake of life ........... had I not called the moving company to find out what was going on and been directed to the military, I would still be waiting for my stuff for longer because the casuality officer had still not returned the movers phone call and my household goods would have remained in storage for a longer period of time.