So we are in the midst of a monsoon...which means for the first time in my new house I am learning to deal with flooding. YIPPEE!
Here is my take, my yard is flooded, my basement is wet, there is silt seeping in through the foundation. But it is just stuff.
I am safe, my son is safe, my family is safe. It is just STUFF.
The sewer is a geiser in the middle of the street, the water has receeded a bit, but we are due for more rain. So it is likely to come back up.
I am proud of myself. Proud of the fact that my initial reaction was the correct one. That anything that gets wet or ruined, is just stuff. I moved stuff out of the basement becuase I figured that pulling out wet crap would be far more difficult. So I watched to make sure the sump pump engaged, I squeegeed up the water. I moved as much stuff upstairs as I could. I did it by myself. I didn't panic, I didn't wallow, I just did it.
Perhaps I am simply desensitized by my nomadic lifestyle since Robert died. Perhaps that shock of losing so much stuff and so much of our stuff has made it easier for me to let it go? I don't know what it is, but for the moment I will be grateful.