It has been a reasonably trying day, with lots of jobs to do and a continual sense of an ever ticking clock pushing us onwards.
We have achieved a lot, but for every one thing we score through on our list, we add another.
Jason and I had an argument this morning. It was over nothing, and we made up in short order, but it was quite explosive. We are both hard to get on with, but usually get along with each other way better than we get along with anyone else. We have debates on a fairly regular basis, but we don’t really yell, as a rule.
This morning was a yell and not a debate. It was reasonably fierce while it lasted.
We agreed in the end that we were both trying to look out for each other, and had both made bad judgement calls in how best to help each other out. Calls which were actually making life harder than it needed to be. We agreed to stop helping each other in that way. Which was useful.
We also agreed that we are not very good at not having a home. This house has been our home for over three years now, but in the last few weeks we have been detaching from it, and it no longer feels like it is ours. We do not do rootless very well, which is funny for people who move house so often.
We are fine, we have decided, as long as there is somewhere in the world that we think of as our home, and where we can retreat when things are rough. We like to shut the door and nest.
Things are fairly rough at the minute what with all our stresses and strains, and we do not have a ‘home’ in which to lick our wounds. We have a house, and that is not the same thing at all.
I understand now why backpacking round the world for twelve months has never appealed to me. I like travelling. I like going on holidays, but I hate feeling rootless, and I really don’t like not having my stuff around me.
Still, we must bear up and be brave. Hopefully, if there are no more terrible surprises waiting to leap out and karate chop us in the wind pipe, we will have a new house in three weeks, and then we get to set about making it feel like our home.
For twelve months at least.
I know just how you feel, I don’t do homeless very well either. Chin up, it won’t be long before you can re-build your nest and all will be well – until the next time
bless you .hope things are calmer today moving is hard but you will get through and as long as you are a family doesnt matter where you live.Home is where the heart is (so they say), so am sure you will make the next home yours soon enough.
I totally get what you mean though, been through moving many times, as a child and at uni. Crazily frequently but didnt mind so much then but when my mum moved out of my longest childhood home , and didnt even think to tell me till the last second!I felt lost for years!but am settled now but hey like you just about to move if can afford!take care hun and see you soonXX
Sharon
Yers. Until the next time!
Diane
I did manage to read my book this morning. This is a distinct improvement on yesterday. Hope you’ve enjoyed the sunshine today.x
Good on you girl – it WILL sort itself out and you WILL have another home to nest in soon. Heavens to Murgatroid – imagine how exciting it is going to be, not only nesting in the beautiful house you are going to rent but nesting in Canada! Woohoo! What a ride
P.S. you will be continually chopped in the windpipe from time to time through out the rest of your life but that’s the rules for everyone if it’s any consolation. I just smile crookedly, making hacking noises from my smashed throat and try to remember – it’s not what happens to you, it’s how you deal with it. Kia Kaha
Maybe a short-lived mad frenzy is better than a drawn-out one.It’ll all be over by the middle of the week and then then you can recuperate before you begin again.And leave the CLD in storage.xx