We’re back at the new house.
How strange it is to be back at something entirely new.
“Are you loving the house?” We are asked a lot. I actually worked out an answer with our therapist, because the short one for me: “No” leads to a really long one that most people wouldn’t want to hear and I don’t want to tell, over and over.
Most of the time I say, “We’re so thankful to be home” circumventing the actual question and yet answering it succinctly and truly, which is important to me. And then I ask, “But how are you?” It’s not all about us – this took me years to figure out – and I don’t want to forget it just because something extraordinary happened. It’s so easy for me to go on and on.
Here is where I get to and I think I’m finally ready to tell you the rest. As far as the story goes, I left us on the path watching our house burn. To be honest, up until a few weeks ago, I was stuck there emotionally too.
You can deny or minimize trauma but that won’t heal it…so I’ve learned.
Thankfully we’re all moving forward and finding our way home.