Things are very strange right now with all this displacement stuff.

Oddly, it's about more than location (which is working out just fine by the way) it's like...how can I explain?...parts of me are boxed up and in another room too.

I don't think I've had a clear thought, or made a firm decision or known what I was doing for...oh, it seems like forever.

Of course it's no more than a few days and, if truth be told, not an especially active few days for me personally; except for the always being 'on call' side of things.

Hubby has gone into Project Management mode which let's face it, is what he does best.

I have kind of floated around in this unfamiliar space, wondering where the hell do we go from here?

"I just don't do disaster".

In the scheme of things, I know this is such a small event. There are people everywhere experiencing far, far, worse than me and I haven't forgotten that...I never will.

I should make it clear that this is not about complaining or moaning (though I admit I've done my share).
I am feeling okay about what has happened and what needs to be done now. It's awkward and inconvenient, but it's doable.

I suppose I have found some awareness of how insignificant we are as individuals. We find comfort in our own space and it's only when that space is taken away from us that we realise what a big world we live in.

Sometimes I sit here and wonder...what if I had found the mess. Would it still be there now?

Maybe.

Of course I'm kidding. I have no doubts that I would have kicked myself into gear and done what needed doing.

Which is why this out of body stuff I'm experiencing is so strange, so alien...I guess I just feel lost. Spaced out.

Tired out.

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Soundtrack: 'Space Oddity' ~ David Bowie
(things may be strange but the giggling hasn't stopped)