Cartons, that is, as in moving. Following an unusual set of circumstances that I would never think to bore anyone with, my family of four moved out of a rent-to-own housing situation last December to temporary housing about 15 minutes south of our former town.
Because we desire to have our children remain in the school district, we received permission from the school superintendent for up to three months, beginning December 1, 2010, which would allow our children to remain at the desired school. After three months has elapsed, however, tuition must be paid if we want our children to maintain their schooling in that district.
During that time we have been earnestly searching for a 3 bedroom house that will allow our menagerie of four-legged friends permission to stay with us. Coinciding with this search are the hundreds of others in the area, including gas workers here due to the Marcellus Shale. We have lost out on renting several houses due to this sudden influx of industry workers, many of whom are able to pay the doubled monthly house rentals that just a year ago were asking $500-$800.
So with this temporary housing still in place, cardboard boxes line our bedroom perimeters, waiting to either be unpacked or sit at the ready should a rental unit become available. I feel powerless in controlling my family's housing future, and nearly as strong as the boxes in which our belongings are packed. With a swift removal of packing tape, it seems as if our world may come apart--almost as quickly as a cardboard box is flattened. I wonder what our children will learn from this circumstance--and if they will hate living out of boxes are much as I do.
I found this video on youtube.com http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JVX64woxu5k
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