Just when you think it is all coming together...

I just got back from a four day trip in Vegas that turned into eight days.  It was great to see John down there for a couple of days.  We stayed at South Point, Addison got to swim at the pool, and we secured an apartment for when we move down in May.  John flew back to Carson on Sunday to finish his last four weeks!!!  Then it hits.   John called on Monday as I'm getting ready to leave and said we have to live in Pahrump.  I run back to try to get some of our deposit on the apartment (crying most of the way).  Seriously thinking I can't get a break to save me.  I spend the next two days scouring Pahrump for a plcae to live and find some options, but John decided to request a transfer just to make a point.  We knew there was really no way they would agree to it, but we don't want to live in Pahrump.  Well yesterday they approved the transfer.  Unvelievable, but great.  He now has to work in Vegas which means more work, graveyard shift etc, but overall there are more positives than negatives.  So four days after I thought everything was worked out, it was all worked out again.  Is it me that makes my life so difficult, or is it really just life?  This has been going on for so long I just have to wonder...