We arrived Wednesday, our vehicle stuffed full, including a blow-up mattress for me, who would be camping out the remainder of the week. Ric would travel back and forth, staying at the RV, and I would manage deliveries, and oversee the laying of new floors.
I set up in the living room (bedroom carpets were to be torn out) – a single bed, a sleeping bag, my computer and a flashlight.
“It doubles as a weapon,” Ric reassured me with a smile on his face.
Finding the bathroom the first night felt like going on safari, the space being so much larger than our current home. I shut the doors to extraneous rooms, so as not to feel overwhelmed. Then there was the silence. It is quiet here, beyond words.
“We’re an eight to six community,” a passing neighbour told me. “Nothing happens before or afterwards.”
As promised, deliveries started – we’ve bought everything new as we’re starting over – and I turned my focus to what goes where, and what else do we need. It’s a bit like being a newlywed, I thought, building our first nest. So exciting.
Friday, the flooring team arrived bright and early, and later on our new appliances. By mid-afternoon, I was exhausted, and lay down in the midst of it and napped. At six, as the last of the workers left, I collapsed in a chair and considered the tracks of dust and dirt.
Ric went for groceries without me and then headed back. In the morning, he would pick up a moving van and gather the boys to move the rest of the stuff.
At 4:00 a.m., having slept for five hours, I was wide awake. I put on the kettle and found the broom and mop. Silly, I suppose, but it was weighing on me. The first deliveries came at 8:30 – all needing to be assembled.
Friends arrived, like angels descending, and immediately set to work. By the time Ric and the boys arrived, we had a bed together, a dining room table, and a chair to sit in. (I use the royal ‘we’ here – not much effort was exerted on my part.)
Soon the house was filled with more boxes and bodies, and the bustle of activity. By five, I whisked them away, muscles refusing to hold me upright any longer. One last ring of the front bell was a neighbour delivering fresh cherry tomatoes from his garden.
Ric and I sat at our dining room table, eating take out and fresh lettuce with tomatoes, bursting with gratitude for those who took the time to help us, and the contentment of knowing we’re home.
This week’s challenge focused on the concept of home. Olga at Stuff and What If… talks about home being a place within, first missing, and then evolving to a place of contentment. Proscenium, caught in a deluge of constant rain, describes home as a place to get comfy, and “enjoy guilty free living” when the storms come. Sgeoil’s description of home involves roots, people, and connections, and reminds us that it isn’t always just one setting.
I loved the posts this week, and am extremely grateful for all the comments and encouragement during the transition. This online community is a home unto itself.
Be well all, and see you tomorrow for a new challenge,