I have had a love affair with this house I call home.
It is the home I brought after I broke my back the first time and could no longer manage the three acres the kids and I lived on after my divorce.
The kitchen bench is an awful red colour.
My bathroom has that horrible colour as well.
The steps on the deck need repair after the china doll trees damaged them.
The carpet and lino need replacing, and the floor repairing after the kitchen sink leaked. One bathroom needs renovating and it is time to paint the living area, as well as the deck. Still…I love this home.
It is the home that I got my degree in.
Where I prepared my children to go out and face the world on their own. It is where I raised my fur babies from tiny innocence to the more demanding characters they are today. Where I buried my beloved Tia after 17 years of sharing my life with her. Where sweet Katie is buried after a scant 18 months of life wherein she taught me about the capacity to just be.
The Kiddywinkles have boogie boarded down the drive when it’s rained. I have made countless meals for them and their friends.
I’ve celebrated birthdays and graduations.
I’ve cried over loss. I’ve worked my way back from being crippled with pain and went on to lose 30 kilos in weight.
I started writing again in these rooms.
Within these walls I have started to emerge again after years of being someone’s daughter, someone’s wife, someone’s mother.
These rooms have seen a few foster babies pass through on their way to forever homes.
This home has been my safe place…where I retreat and regroup and regrow.
On Friday I went in to town. Needed to buy a new tap, and decided to visit friends. They have that lovely bench you saw previously that I like to lounge on. Just a day like any other day.
I was away from my home of ten years for about two hours.
And during those two hours someone came a visiting…
Sadly not a friendly fellow like this wee guy.
A person or persons still unknown decided it was their right to help themselves to MY stuff. Using MY crowbar they jimmied open a window, made a hell of a mess, and skedaddled with a fair bit of MY gear. They either let Chevvy out or she figured she was better off out of it because she was nowhere to be seen when I came home.
The kitty cats were also found outside, after they smudged away any fingerprints that might have been left on the window sill.
The Police were fabulous. Friends have been so supportive. Neighbours shocked.
Me…I don’t sleep too well lately. And my home has reverted to a house I don’t feel safe in. All because someone thinks they have the right to take what they want. I hope one day they feel as I do. Maybe then they will understand what they do to others when they invade their sanctity.
So…until I figure out ALL that is missing and insurance does what insurance is for…I am on a friend’s OLD [dinosaur scenario] laptop. So I guess I won’t be posting often. This post has taken hours [probably longer than they took to rob me].
But…as Arnie always says…I will be back !!!!! And with attitude !!!