oh, boomer, boomer

...where should we send you?

when we first started considering joining the peace corps, two big question arose: what do we do with the dog and the house?

of course, chris is super concerned with the house and i, i'm desperately worried about missing my boom boom, my boomshakalaka, my boomalicious.

(not that chris isn't concerned, or doesn't care. he's just thinking about more practical things like how we rent out a house in a housing climate like this one.)

you see, it's because of me that we have this pup and it's so now me eating crow because chris said we should wait a bit longer to get a dog.  and now, here we are, with our adorable, spastic pup and potentially leaving for 27 months.

both of our families might be willing to house her.  my parents have two dogs and my mom always says if she could adopt up whole humane societies she would.  chris' family would probably gladly take her as well.

guess i ought to clarify this assumption first!

telling everyone

it's been an arduous process, to be sure, but knowing it's out of our hands is both better and worse.

better because we've done all we can.

worse, because we have nothing to do now but wait.

better, because we know we're doing a great job on our end.

worse, because explaining to family, friends and co-workers that now we have to wait until perhaps april to hear if/where/when we're going is incredibly impossible.

very few people, save for those who've gone through the process, realize how time consuming and multi stepped the process actually is.

i've begun explaining it by saying:

"it's like an eight step process and we're on step five of eight. we've mailed everything in, and now we're waiting for our time to arrive for a nurse to review. that's step six.  then, we'll move to placement for steps seven and eight, which hopefully will lead to an invitation, when we'll actually know if/where/when we're going."

this is usually met with blank stares and general nods.  i believe i've tried to explain where i am in the process seven times at work, and three times at least to some people.

meh well.

the waiting game...