On Tuesday night, I returned “home”. I made temporary plans to stay with a coworker, and asked several people to meet me at my house Wednesday morning. During the Great Flood, I took 19 inches of water in my house. Every piece of furniture needed to be removed, all flooring, a few feet of sheetrock, and the insulation behind it. Then, after the bare 2X4’s dry out, you have to spray to prevent mildew. It’s a tedious process to say the least.
On Wednesday, we got the furniture and flooring out. Thursday was the sheetrock. Friday we rested, and Saturday and Sunday was finishing sheetrock, packing what few belongings I still own, and cleaning a bit. So many people stopped by. Family, friends, coworkers, random strangers. They came with gloves to help, water, and food to feed the workers. I’ve never felt so loved. And I needed every bit of it. Several people remarked that I kept smiling and kept going. I did, but it was because of how many people were there with me.
The thing that has been hardest to deal with is temporary living situations. This is the third house I’ve stayed in since I evacuated my house. I will be leaving here Friday and hopefully headed back to a coworkers. I put a deposit on an apartment and will be moving in September 6.
I’ve met with contractors and insurance. I’ve called every company I have an account with to make payment arrangements. My phone rings nonstop.
I haven’t slept. It’s making me overly emotional. I’m also short tempered with most people around me. Everyone has an opinion on what I should do. I feel like I keep having the same conversations over and over again.
The most amazing thing through all of this is how much The Fish has stepped it up. He’s been in constant contact. Thursday night he spent the night with me in the house I was staying in(I had it to myself). He brought me a bottle of bourbon and let me cry because he knew I hadn’t cried yet. On Friday night, he met me for a drink at my favorite bar(which thankfully didn’t flood!) to keep my mind occupied. He spent the entire day Saturday at my house, helping me and the others there rip out sheet rock and clean up. It was the first time he had met any of my friends or family. Saturday night he spent the night again and cuddled me and comforted me. He called me Sunday to check in. He even offered to help me with an apartment deposit if I needed it! He’s seen and heard me cry more than I would like to admit lately. He’s been simply amazing.
This has been such a humbling experience. I’m ready to be back in my home.