A full month has passed since our Christmas storm ordeal began. We’ve learned to appreciate some things while living in a hotel space.
- Home cooked meals – We had our second one last night in a month. It was Homemade (with love) Beef Stew and Corn Bread. Yum!
- Space – What we thought was a good sized “suite” was great for a few nights, but it’s gotten smaller by the day. Can’t wait until we move to an apartment next week with 2 bedrooms!
- Washer and Dryer – We’ve not had to lug laundry around for a long time. That’s a true pain for my bride, but she’s a trooper.
- Your own furniture – A sleeper sofa is the most uncomfortable sitting device on the planet. And whoever heard of a sitting area with no chair?
- Sleeping in your own bed – We’ve been blessed with a decent bed, but there’s nothing like your own clean sheets!
- Quiet – The guy upstairs must be building something at 7 p.m. every night or doing jumping jacks? It could be worse!
- Having your own parking space – You get the luck of the draw every night. Mostly it’s been good for us.
I think we all get pretty comfortable with where we live, how we live, and with the self-imposed standards of living we all enjoy and expect. But those things can change in an instant. When change occurs sacrifices aren’t optional. They just come with the territory. Change does help you with your perspective though. It makes you genuinely appreciate things you had.
But it’s not all doom and gloom. We’ll get to remodel our home at some point. And we will get most of our stuff back later this year. The process getting the ball to that end of the field is a slow one. The anxiety of not knowing how the process of rebuilding will go, or if you’ll even be able build it back the way you want hangs around in your mind. Then you wonder if home will still seem like home, when you return?
So many unanswered questions. And on many things going forward we don’t even know what questions to ask or what to expect in the process? We are plowing new ground. We will continue to take this just one day at a time and we intentionally decide to have joy in the journey! I guess I am no longer stuck in the 1960’s? Wait, I am in my sixties darn it!