Home is where your husband is....and your bed, your clothes and all your stuff.

I have read the saying,

"Home is where your husband is."

about a gazillion times since becoming a military spouse.

And let me tell you, whoever said that is crazy. 

I realize that some people would be fine living in their car or hotel room as long as they were with their husbands, but I swear, that can only last so long or those people are lying!

We are going on day 11 of being homeless and I am about to lose my mind. 

Our 9 day road trip from San Diego to Massachusetts was fun, amazing and a chance of a life time. Don't get me wrong. I loved the road trip. 

But once we arrived in Pittsville, err, Pittsfield, our final destination, the excitement of the road trip went out the window on the 3rd story of the Crowne Plaza.

Before Brandon even started Recruiting School, I did my homework about the positives and negatives of Recruiting Duty. I read so many more negatives than positives. I was almost appalled at the things people said about Recruiting Duty. I was so frustrated that they only saw the bad things, so I became determined to be optimistic about this tour of duty.

But let's get real, my optimism is wearing real thin now.

I guess my situation though wouldn't be limited to just Recruiting Duty, I suppose that if we moved to anyone other base or area, we would go through this homeless phase. But at least if we were stationed at a military installation, we could stay in temporary housing or the base hotel. 

But here, out in non-military  land, we have no temporary housing and the hotels are expensive!

 Even extended stay hotels aren't cheap.

The area we are in is a funny place. The rental properties are really hard to find, and when we do find a good one, they are freaking expensive...priced at our BAH (Basic Allowance for Housing) or even over.

It makes it tough to find an affordable, nice home.

But alas, I must remain optimistic, even in these perilous times (for us, ok?). 

I am not sure how much longer I can live in this hotel room.

I can't wait to have my shampoo already in my shower when I get there and be able to do laundry without having to wait for it to be finished.

I just need a home and I promise, Recruiting Gods, I will be a happier, more supportive wife.