Some of you may recall my mentioning neighbors who had packed up their young family and moved from California to Tennesee basicly on a whim. My husband and I thought they were crazy. They sold most of what they could sell, bailed on paying the rent, and broke their lease. Two adults and four kids (two just babies) in a packed out van with bad tires and a on it's last legs A/C. I tried to tell these folks that this was a bad plan, they wouldn't have any place to stay really upon getting to Tenn. just a vague idea of where an apartment could be, they were leaving at the worst time of year to across the high desert just to land in a hot and humid climate (July - hot and humid and throw some thundar and lightening storms on top of that) and on top of that no job lined up.
They left on a Saturday and we got an email from them a week later saying that they had made it to LA. The husband's mother lives down there and I was hoping that that was as far as they would go but no such luck. About two weeks after we got another email saying they had made it to Tenn and would keep in touch, I was still crossing my fingers. So much to our unsurprise we get another email about 2 weeks ago saying that they were back. The wife (who started this madness and I fault the husband too cuz he should have stood up to his wife told her that she was full of crap) was sick the whole time they were back there (three weeks) and didn't like the weather. They were staying with family but today they get kicked out and will be reduced to living in that van.
The wife called me yesterday and asked if her two oldest girls could spend the night (I'm thinking they might be here the whole weekend) and I said OK, I just couldn't turn them down.
What a freakin' mess!