We’ve been at this displaced-from-our-flooded-home thing for 10 days now.
Last week was not a good week. This week has been better.
Denial gave way to Sadness
Sadness turned into Anger.
The good news: I get stuff done when I’m mad.
And the first thing I needed to do was figure out where we were going to live while our home is being fixed.
We made a hotel change. A much-needed upgrade.
We landed in a far more comfortable space - a place with a playroom and pool and Egyptian cotton sheets (never underestimate the restorative power of nice bedding). This hotel has helped us preserve our sanity while we figure out the longer term part of our living equation.
On Friday, I looked at apartments (places to live for the next 3-6 months). I found one I liked… rather, one I liked enough (It has 3 bedrooms, a balcony and is located in our neightborhood!). We found out last night that we got the sublet! We get to move into our home-away-from home next week.
Simon has been taking the lead on all-things related to Insurance (which is so many things). We are navigating 2 claims processes - as our coverage is provided by both our association & homeowners policy. It is all very complicated. Thankfully my husband is an attorney and is good at things like reading contracts. If I were doing this on my own, we would be screwed.
The girls had a tough adjustment period. Hazel, especially.
I’ve noticed that they have been leaning on each other. Sisters taking care of sisters. (That has been one of the silver linings of this whole ordeal.)
They are adjusting to our new normal.
We all are.
My bro, Andrew, said something that I found particularly helpful.
He said: ”In life, most pain doesn’t have an expiration date….but there is an end-date to this situation. At some point you will be back (in a restored to your taste) home, and all of this will be OVER.”
I liked that. And it is on that (and perhaps the mosaic backsplash I am dreaming about for my kitchen) that I am focusing my energy.
