In The Meantime

Experts, including ordinary people  who’ve lived through loss, insist  that any and all major decisions should be put off for at least one year.   For 12 months, don’t do anything rash.   Don’t get involved in a new relationship, don’t move, don’t buy, don’t sell…..dont, don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t.

Of course, this doesn’t apply to everyone,   Some people are more resilient.  They don’t need time after a traumatic loss and/or event.   They have that enviable, almost annoying way of only walking on the sunny side of everything,

I’m going on month four- post loss.     I won’t apologize for having the occasional bout with grief, but I’m also getting bored.   I mean no disrespect for the dead, but I’ve tried to refrain from doing all the things I’m NOT supposed to do.     For me, doing nothing only makes matters worse.   Routine has gotten too routine.

So, I bought a new house….well, it’s new to me.    I didn’t deliberate the decision for weeks.   There was no lengthy meditation, no ashram in sight.     I came to the decision very quickly and in what some might think is absolutely crazy reasoning.    I broke the same little toe on the same table in two weeks, just trying to walk through my Nabisco cracker box sized bedroom.   When it happened, I screamed at the top of my voice, letting out some choice expletives.    Stevedores would have blushed.

I was in physical pain, but also extremely frustrated with my boring, go nowhere life and the fact that I’ve outgrown my current home.   There’s simply not enough room here for me, my ego and all these ghostly memories.   It’s too damn small.

With toe  throbbing, I immediately went on a real estate website, earmarked three homes, called my realtor, toured the three dwellings over the next two days and found myself making an offer on one home 72- hours later.   Damned if the homeowners didn’t accept it.

This was my reaction to their swift response ….it was similar to my toe mishap.

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For you young ones, this is an old school dialog bubble that was placed over heads of hand drawn characters in comics….the funny pages, as some called them.   See, there used to be things called “newspapers”  and the Sunday edition included pages of cartoons, comics, funnies.    And whenever a character got angry, instead of using an F-bomb  that would have been their undoing, cartoonists implied cussing by using question marks, pound signs, at symbols, ampersands, the etcetera symbol, and so on..   Let me put it in terms you might better understand:  these were early versions of wingdings.

And this bubble with all those implied expletives stayed above my head the minute the owners accepted my offer.   In a way, I was hoping they’d laugh, mock me and go with another offer.    But they didn’t and my phobia of commitment became full blown panic.

But, what can I say??    It’s happening.   My family has been very supportive, including my mother who like Mikey in the classic Life cereal commercial, disapproves of almost everything.

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They insist this is exactly what I need—the ultimate project.   They’ve suggested in no uncertain terms, that if I DON’T make a drastic change soon,  healing won’t ever start.

So, I thought about the offer they accepted, sent up queries to the Divine, the Cosmos and even sought answers from pantheons of gods I don’t believe in and got my answer very quickly:   I have to commit to change.  I need to commit to renewal.    I realized I can handle scar tissue much better while living  in a slightly bigger home, with almost all of the amenities I’d asked for.   It isn’t that far from where I currently live, but there’s enough distance to feel the change…to actually breathe different air.

Plus, if I make room for new love in my heart and in my home, then the “if you buy it, he will come” movie mantra has to be true, right it?

So, I signed the papers and wrote a check in which I dotted the “i” with  tears caused from buyer’s remorse.    But it’s getting better.

I’ll move in July.

In the interim, I’ll throw away what needs tossing, give away what I can give, donate whatever might help others and then endeavor to perform an exorcism of sorts.    Ghosts aren’t always floating ectoplasmic globs.   Painful memories and sadness are more formidable haunts.     These things can be imprinted in the interior of a home.  You can paint, replace tile, tear down walls and construct new ones, but once the soul of a home is fractured, it’s practically a loss cause.

I have to change.   I have to be better, more emotionally intact and I’ll have to make sure it’s enough to cover the walls, the floor, the ceiling, enough to infiltrate the plumbing and the  HVAC system of my new abode.    And more importantly, I can’t move into my new home with the weightiness of woe.   I’m now too in debt to be pathetic.

Things will get better.  I’m getting better and my Easter/Seder gift to my tens of readers is as follows:  I’ll no longer bore you with any more of  these sad ass sob stories that have turned me into something of poor woman’s Edna St. Vincent Millay.    Promise.

So with that, I bid you Shalom.

Peace.

Happy Easter.

Chag Sameach

And for my friend RMD, it’s Sunday.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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4 comments

  1. The act of grieving means you loved. I was told not to do life changing deals for at least a year. Course that wasn’t done. Bought a couple of hundred acres in no man’s land. Rented it out for hunting but never enjoyed it out there. Too painful to enjoy life yet. But buying a home is different. As you said you’re going to be starting over. Throwing out the old and buying the new. Exactly what you need to do. Hugs😊

  2. I’m a fan of yours and I listened to you when you were in Houston. It makes me sad to see you sad but Im happy to see you coming back around. I come here to laugh, but that’s not the only reason. You make me think about things guys don’t want to tell anyone they’re thinking. I lost someone very close to me three years ago. I was hurt and I had it tough I felt. It took me longer than you to feel close to okay. But it finally came with some effort. Like you know, you have to work it out. Change comes when change comes at whatever speed necessary. This loss you had is personal. It’s like work and time are ingredients but there isn’t a recipe. Grief of a lost one is personal and that means unique to you. I can’t tell you how to do it but I have been there I say don’t rush it and I say don’t drag it out either. You’ll know when the time has come to move forward. I think you know already know and that’s why I say congratulations on the new house. I hope this is a place where you can make new memories and have happy times once again.

    Stay strong, Laurie.
    DVP

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