It’s been a tough few weeks as we have attempted to make progress in our moving plans. The original move date for us was the end of this month, August 31st. The home that we originally had an agreement to rent is no longer available and our two backups are not options, either.

It’s looking like we will need to drive down again in a week or so and make a last push to rent a home. This has been difficult to swallow, as we initially thought everything was coming up roses. I had been gushing about everything turning out so perfectly and now I sit with egg on my face. So that you might understand, here is a little back story:

In the beginning of July we made a trip to Fayetteville to find a place to live. On the way in, we stopped in Kansas City. KC is a nice town that seems to have a great mix of old and new, art and artifice, big city and Midwestern river town. That evening there we ventured out to grab some barbecue at Jack Stack. They had a gluten free menu for Heidi and supposedly some of the best BBQ East of the Pecos.

The service there was excellent, the food was sublime, the wait was interminable. While we waited, Heidi went to the bar to grab a drink and met a couple or two bellied up. One of the pairs happened to be from Fayetteville and knew of a house for rent. That was the house we signed a lease for during our stay in AR.

Alas, it wasn’t to be. The people staying in that house were buying a home and that fell through. We then found a second rental and those people were buying a house and that fell through. A third place was rented before we could get to it.

On top of that, my job prospects aren’t as great as I once thought they were. It’s just been a peachy couple of weeks.

Still, I maintain my cheery disposition and optimistic outlook. Perhaps in vain, but I soldier on.