Moving Through the Trash

This move came with baggage. Not the boxes of household gear (they were easy to shift), but piles of paper folders holding records of notes from our decade long mission to return to a site twisted and ravaged by earthquakes. 

We’ve only ventured a hop, skip and jump away from our other home and yet somehow it has felt like the most mammoth of all my moves. Could it be that I’m older and less agile, both mentally and physically? Or is it that 2020 has been the weirdest of all years with this virus?

No. This move came with baggage. Not the boxes of household gear (they were easy to shift), but piles of paper folders holding records of notes from our decade long mission to return to a site twisted and ravaged by earthquakes.  Gone to Pieces blog here. Faces of a Cottage blog here.

Sifting through these to decide what information to keep and what to toss, was the culprit. We’d assigned an afternoon for the task. Speed reading pages and pages of land and building engineering reports; geotechnical assessments; e-mails with our insurance company contesting perceived and actual damage plus negotiations about pay out values, just wiped me out. Not the ‘ sleep it off tonight’ tiredness but the ‘this has been a marathon ten years’ kind of exhaustion. I decided resting and recharging by pottering in my garden as soon as we moved in was a necessity. Some of the unpacking and final move details can wait. 

I love our new place: compact, snug, eco friendly and framed by a thriving garden overlooking a beautiful harbour view. Everything is just a step away. Spring flowers; fresh veggies and … MUD.

Winter has returned. My bare arms, looking forward to being caressed by kisses from the sun, are playing shy.  Wind whistles around the house; rain obscures the view and the garden slopes are hazardous.  All I can do is hide inside and wait … some more … as if ten years hasn’t been long enough. But I have a bright, cheerful living space to stay in now. The photo collage are images I found amongst the documents showing how the furniture inside the cottage was shunted during the quake.

Our new space

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