After six weeks, slowly but surely, our lives are coming back together. We have a new place to call home. We haven't gotten any money from the insurance company yet, but they have dispersed funds to the two companies that were handling the restoration/cleaning of our clothing and belongings, and we have received all those items. In addition to the furniture that was restored, we ended up with approximately 175 boxes full of stuff. And as we go through these boxes, we're discovering things we didn't even remember we had.
I was feeling extremely frustrated last week as it seemed we were making no headway whatsoever with the mountains of boxes. I described our abode to a friend as "an episode of Hoarders." And as I said to Ben the other night, "If we never got any of this back, we probably wouldn't have missed most of it." We've already taken one carload to Goodwill and I'm sure there will be several more before the last box goes to recycling…
I never thought I'd say the words, I am so tired of spending money, but that's exactly where I—where both of us—find ourselves at the moment.
Everything should be put away a week from now, and as of tonight there are only about 30 boxes remaining, and probably half of those are full of record albums, books, and tchotchkes, which I can't do a thing with until I get one or more replacement Kallax shelf units from IKEA on which to store and display them.
And before I can do that I need floor space upon which to put them together, something that is still at a premium in this place.
To be continued…