Getting Out.

I am not really sure where to even start. I am frustrated. I am trying to think positive. Its not working. I find myself wondering if "getting out" was really the right thing to do for our family at this time. I think it was. Or at least I want to believe it was. But honestly I am not sure. I know it has been just a week since we moved OUR family away from everything I know. I think that makes it harder.
I have a job interview next week. Something doesn't feel good about it. Maybe it is nerves? Husband has heard nothing back. I feel like he has applied to 54646198465467 jobs. We need jobs. We both need jobs. He needs to be in school. We need our own place. I want our own place. I know it will happen one day.
Maybe it is because I had this false idea of what after the military life would be like. I thought things would move a lot faster. In my head husband would already have a job ready for him when we got here. We would be able to move into our own adorable apartment and all would be well in our little world.
Obviously that didn't happen.
We are here at his parents. Staying in there spare bedroom. Freezing in SNOW. Snow is pretty, on postcards and pictures and when your in a warm house looking out through a window. It is NOT pretty when you a walking through it to get to your car praying your don't slip on the ice sitting underneath and break something.
I am a wuss. What can I say?
Pray for us.