Thankfully all that nonsense talk of happiness has passed.
It’s a bit like Voldemort, the thing that shall not be named. Name it and you’re buggered.
My sister came over for the day yesterday. We walked, invited a friend of hers over for supper which all went convivially. After the friend left my sister and I talked more about sorting and the future of the house. With my niece expecting and things back on track with my sister’s relationship, my sister is clearly getting agitated once more about pressing on with making decisions. I fully understand that. We have both done well with sorting a great deal considering our lives are lived elsewhere and my brother is entirely useless...also very understandably.
Anyway, she headed off home which isn’t far and the house went very quiet.
Place is the only thing I’ve felt I can rely on and I feel schizophrenically split between two very distant and very different but equally bonding homes that entirely woven through every part of my soul.
It was hard to get up this morning and leave.