My ceiling is still holey and we’re still at my Mum’s. I know I know, my poor parents. The thing is, the man who came to look at the hole pointed out that there was artex in amongst debris. And old artex might have asbestos in it.
So
We can’t go home.
Not until the assessor comes on Monday (weather permitting) and even then he or she may need to send for an asbestos specialist. So it could be ages before we get home.
Our little house is still dressed in its seasonal finery.
My Wii Fit Plus lies dusty and alone beneath the seagrass drawers.
I have a ton of stuff to do.
And, sleeping in my old bedroom is frankly messing with my head. I wasnLt well when I was there. I wasn’t always very happy. It takes me back to a kid I didn’t want to be.
Misses E and M are enjoying the attentions of Gran and Grandad, but Mummy is frankly missing her own bed, her wireless laptop, and well, normality really.
I love Christmas, but it’s always a bit of a relief to get back to routine. I know I’m lucky, I know there are people going through hell right now, so I’m trying to look on the bright side and get my head straight, but it’s at times like these when I realise I’m a bit more fragile than I thought I was. One really good thing though, I miss my home. My HOME. I made a home.
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January 8th, 2010 at 4:32 pm
I understand the home, the own home and the need to be in it. Hopefully come Monday things will be a little clearer as to when you can go back. I dont even have a bed at my mother now haven’t since I was 16!!
January 10th, 2010 at 5:19 am
Thanks lovely. Roll on Monday. I moved out at 19 but it’s still my old room, even with a new bed, different furniture and new curtains etc. It’s still the same ceiling I look up at. I know that ceiling well.
January 9th, 2010 at 12:04 am
I always love getting back home after a trip. It takes a while for normality to get going again, but it is where I want to be. Hope you can get back there soon. x
January 10th, 2010 at 5:20 am
Thanks lovely. That’s exactly it. It’s good to be away, but it’s great to get home.
January 9th, 2010 at 12:34 am
Just think how much you will appreciate your home when you get back. And also things like cleaning it…
January 10th, 2010 at 5:21 am
Pippa it’s mad but so true. I need to get Christmas decorations down and everything. It doesn’t even feel like a new year till that’s done.
January 9th, 2010 at 1:56 am
I understand exactly how you feel. Home is home, however nice accommodation is at friends or relatives. The older I get the more I like being at home. Having said that, I’d settle for a five-star hotel if someone else was paying.
January 10th, 2010 at 5:22 am
Oooh yes, I’d cope with 5star if someone else was footing the bill lovely Dumdad. But even then I’m sure I’d still yearn for home after, you know, a couple of months. ;D
January 9th, 2010 at 2:36 am
Hopefully it won’t take too much longer
January 10th, 2010 at 5:23 am
I bloody hope not too Erica. I am hating it now. It’s no one’s fault and my parents are being lovely and welcoming so there’s no pressure there, but I just want my place back you know?
January 9th, 2010 at 4:22 am
Really feel for you, there is nothing quite like home and staying at your childhood home does have strange connotations about it if it brings back memories you’d rather forget. I hope it doesn’t take too long. Would your home insurance cover you for the cost of accomodation elsewhere while it is being rectified? Just a thought.
January 9th, 2010 at 7:06 am
It is a nightmare for you, I know, but hang on to the hope that it will end, and just imagine how high as a kite you will be when you eventually get home. Hang in there!
January 10th, 2010 at 5:23 am
I will be lovely. And I’ll make us that posh risottos I promised. x
January 9th, 2010 at 11:56 am
You did make a home! When you get back, I hope it’s better than ever.
xoxo
January 10th, 2010 at 5:23 am
Thanks lovely. Me too. I’m sure it will be. x