It’s been a whirlwind two months but I finally have my feet on the ground.
After the fire everything happened quickly. I needed a new place to live asap. I believe I’m a considerate house guest but I’m never comfortable staying with others. Believe me, I was lucky to have friends who opened their home to me without a seconds hesitation and I am grateful that for those first couple of nights I didn’t have to go to a hotel.
I spent one day looking at options. I found a really cute two bedroom apartment in my neighborhood – I hadn’t appreciated the building boom in my area until I became a renter! My insurance company, Liberty Mutual, was terrific. I told them where I wanted to live and they made it happen in a day! They tried to get furniture ordered and delivered with just a one day turnaround but that was impossible. Still, I was moved into a new place, fully furnished and equipped with most of the basics one needs in the same week as the fire.
The shocker to me was how much it cost to re-stock a kitchen. I like to cook so I bought all the basic spices – there were about 20 – in addition I got milk, eggs, bread, oils, vinegar, condiments, flour, sugar, cereal, teas, coffees, pasta and pantry staples like tomato sauce and chicken stock. Then there were cleaning supplies and basic toiletry items. I didn’t go crazy – the apartment has a decent size but not huge kitchen. I thought I’d spend about $250-300. The total came to $749! That was without any meat or veggies – just the bare necessities.
My daughter came down to help me out that weekend and we bought a few things that added a homey touch to the place – plants, a rug, a table cloth and we pulled a few items (Crock Pot, Coffee Maker, my good knives) from the house which we hoped the fire hadn’t damaged in a way we couldn’t see. I also grabbed two bottles of good wine which I haven’t tried yet but I hope weren’t ruined.
Two weeks after moving in I had 30 friends over for wine and snacks! I needed that to get me to realize that this was not a short term residence. I’d spent so much time the past two years living out of hotel rooms that I didn’t truly accept that my new living arrangements could last awhile! I kept thinking that I shouldn’t get too settled because I’d just need to pack everything up in a few months. Reluctantly I realized that those few months were going to come close to a full year.
I was glad that everyone liked my new place and found it as inviting as my previous house. I enjoyed finally getting over my fear of filo. I made veggie samosas that came out fabulous! (so much butter!)
As of today, no work has started on the house. It’s just sitting there waiting for someone to come and put it out of its misery. I am, uncharacteristically, not pushing to get things started. I’ve redesigned the rooms where changes are possible and have rethought the layout and use of others. I’m ready to get going as soon as I get the green light. Until then, I’m enjoying where I am and getting back into a routine.