For the first time in almost three weeks, I’m “home”.
For those of you who came in late, I lost my home on the night of September 3rd, 2013, due to the events described in This Article. [I'm mentioned as "The fourth roommate".] Since that night, I’ve been living out of a glorified suitcase.
I was safe and comfortable (and actually back on my preferred side of town), but all of my belongings were still in the house on “the 4500 block of East 28th Street.”. I found myself often disjointed. I was living in a bedroom on a borrowed mattress with only a haldfull of my neccessary items, and a duffelbag of clothing.
Then I would go to the crime scene. I did not recognize it anymore, even after it was cleaned up. (I made the mistake of entering the crime scene pre-cleanup.)
- Aside: If you are presented with a choice to enter a crime scene: DON’T!
- Seriously, Don’t
Anyways, I would see the old place, and not recognize it as my home.
But I recognized my stuff.
I was in two places at once, and neither were whole.
So this past Tuesday, a mighty group of guys accompanied me to box up all my stuff.
Today, Saturday, a mighty-mighty group of men with trucks hauled myself (and the other surviving roommate’s stuff) out of there to our two separate new locations.
So my home office is back in order, and I was able to post this message.
Life is not going to get back to normal, not for a long time, but this was a big step.