Well, it looks like the ladies of 809 will have to move in the next few months. We found out this week that our rent (as of June) will be going up to $950 a month. And that's for a one bedroom apartment. The problem will be finding that better deal. It has to be out there. I really loathe the idea of moving, particularly the hassle: filling out change-of-address forms for people, packing up all the stuff, schlepping it to the new place, unpacking it, paying the deposit. But the more I think about it, the more I'm realizing that even though I don't want to move, we're getting ripped off by staying where we are.
Also, I've really been wanting a dog, and if we stay here, we get our pet fee waived. I still couldn't afford a dog, but maybe that's my secret little hold-out against moving (after all the aforementioned reasons). It will be okay. I'm coming off the high of a mountainous flipping out--when I found out about the rent hike, my initial thought was that I would have to move back to Nebraska. I cried for awhile to my mom, I cried awhile to myself. I prayed a lot, Lindsey and I are talking a lot, and I'm feeling better. I firmly believe that I am supposed to be here, and I believe that God will provide so that I can stay.
Accreditation is next week, and I'm slightly nervous for our most write-up-prone places: afternoon dismissal, lunch, recess... I'm trying to remind myself that the accreditation team is coming to help us be a better school; they're not coming with the goal of shutting us down.
This morning I took my seventh graders outside with an armful of plastic swords and light sabers and we reenacted the fight scene from Romeo and Juliet. Lots of fun, until an overambitious boy tried to chop my hand off. (Granted, I was a Capulet and he a Montague, so I can hardly blame him)