…after this I never want to stay in another hotel again.

If we had money to leave, to do anything but go for a walk, it would be different.

Have a pizza, something. Food options are becoming scarce.

*takes a deep breath* 

<stop complaining>

It’s been about a month, living in inexpensive old hotels, James hasn’t gotten another job yet…the companies are dragging on making a decision, we can’t leave the country yet (for one major reason that we cannot really tell anyone)

Though we’re probably going to go spend the weekend with three young boys, two Great Danes, two smaller dogs, four cats and an assortment of lizards, and guinea pigs…all indoor things, you can image the smell and noise. HELP!

Going.To.Go.Mad.

Please. Please. Please let there be a job offer tomorrow. Pizza for dinner. And some sort of concrete plan.

*takes a deep breath* 

<stop complaining>

Please.

Moooooooo.