Whats Occurin
Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 7:30 am
Last weekend Brahms & I moved back to Wales - the past 10 months have been incredibly busy and stressful with mums cancer diagnosis & chemo, Brahms coming to the end of his military service and needing to find a job in civvy street, needing to buy somewhere to live which could only happen once he had a job, then mums sudden death and all our plans being turned upside down.
We'd always planned on coming home, however those plans had entirely revolved around both mum's being here and had always assumed that Xeno would be coming with us. Instead I find myself back in the town where I was born having left here 30 years ago, no mum, and Xeno staying in Wiltshire. Last Sunday after spending the weekend helping us move when Xeno left to go home I sat and sobbed my heart out - it wasn't quite the "home coming" I had imagined and I didn't want him to go.
There is a lot to be thankful for, Brahms has the job of his dreams with an International charity and is based less than a 5 min drive from home, having been left half mums bungalow we've bought my brothers share so have a lovely home that we could never have afforded without a lottery win, we're debt free (for the moment lol) for the first time in our married lives and my brother and I are closer now than we have been in years.
At the same time its been a roller coaster of stress and mad panic, the bungalow is "compact" so we have had to do a complete "life laundry" the amount of stuff that we have had to get rid of is insane it would have been bad enough just doing our own house but of course we also had to clear mums at the same time which has been very emotional and we moved in with quite a lot of her stuff still here. Then there is the fact that we had always planned to dispose of most of our furniture when we returned to civvy street and buy all new - we've done that but as yet the new furniture has not been delivered
so I can't unpack the vast majority of our things until it arrives and the house is jam packed floor to ceiling with boxes and boxes and boxes. When it does arrive I have NO idea where the hell they can put it as the boxes are in the spaces where its supposed to go 
I had to quit my job so I'll be on the job hunt once we're settled although I may take 6 months off as at some point this is all going to hit me and I'll probably need the time to come to terms with everything.
My pc is still in a box and I'm online via mums very much less powerful Dell - BT are coming in 2 weeks to install me a fibre optic connection and I am going to get myself a brand new all singing & dancing net machine to celebrate - that is once I actually have an office with a desk n stuff to put it in 
Sorting out my "office" the smallest room in the bungalow is proving to be a major source of angst - the room has to be both "office" & library and clearly no one in the history of the world has ever dared to have such a dual function room otherwise they'd make bookcases and desks that fecking well match!!! *and breathe* (office bookcases are NOT the same as "book" bookcases which have yer actual books on rather than box files and manuals).
Books have been a real source of pain - I had roughly 3 thousand + paperbacks, theres room here for about 900 or so (depends how I can cram them onto the shelves when I get them), this meant giving up my "babies" at first this wasn't too stressful as I culled the ones I have as ebooks already, then I culled the ones I can get as ebooks, but then it got a LOT harder, an awful lot of them were out of print, never going to be available as ebooks, and many I'd had for over 40 years. Hard choices had to be made and some books that had survived every previous cull found their way into the charity box.
I have absolutely no idea where my Star Trek collection is going to go, thats 2 full bookcases worth on its own 
I'm trying to convince Brahms that a library in the garage is a perfectly reasonable thing to have and lots of people have them..... 
My disaster collection and end of the world fiction collection made it through the cull unscathed and WILL make it onto the office shelves when they arrive. 
Its been a very long time since I have lived in a town, so theres quite a few things that I am liking very much including the ability to order several different kinds of take out to be DELIVERED the rugby club is no more than a 5 min level walk from my front door and you can hear the crowd and the whistle when you are in the garden. Best of all though I am back once again by the sea - its fantastic to be able to see the sea everywhere we turn, and I can be on the beach from home in less than 10 mins.
My accent is already returning according to Mrs Xeno - mind you its only been a week mun she needs to wait until I've been here a month tidy like.
Right well people are finally stirring so I'd better go be sociable.
We'd always planned on coming home, however those plans had entirely revolved around both mum's being here and had always assumed that Xeno would be coming with us. Instead I find myself back in the town where I was born having left here 30 years ago, no mum, and Xeno staying in Wiltshire. Last Sunday after spending the weekend helping us move when Xeno left to go home I sat and sobbed my heart out - it wasn't quite the "home coming" I had imagined and I didn't want him to go.
There is a lot to be thankful for, Brahms has the job of his dreams with an International charity and is based less than a 5 min drive from home, having been left half mums bungalow we've bought my brothers share so have a lovely home that we could never have afforded without a lottery win, we're debt free (for the moment lol) for the first time in our married lives and my brother and I are closer now than we have been in years.
At the same time its been a roller coaster of stress and mad panic, the bungalow is "compact" so we have had to do a complete "life laundry" the amount of stuff that we have had to get rid of is insane it would have been bad enough just doing our own house but of course we also had to clear mums at the same time which has been very emotional and we moved in with quite a lot of her stuff still here. Then there is the fact that we had always planned to dispose of most of our furniture when we returned to civvy street and buy all new - we've done that but as yet the new furniture has not been delivered
so I can't unpack the vast majority of our things until it arrives and the house is jam packed floor to ceiling with boxes and boxes and boxes. When it does arrive I have NO idea where the hell they can put it as the boxes are in the spaces where its supposed to go I had to quit my job so I'll be on the job hunt once we're settled although I may take 6 months off as at some point this is all going to hit me and I'll probably need the time to come to terms with everything.
My pc is still in a box and I'm online via mums very much less powerful Dell - BT are coming in 2 weeks to install me a fibre optic connection and I am going to get myself a brand new all singing & dancing net machine to celebrate - that is once I actually have an office with a desk n stuff to put it in
Sorting out my "office" the smallest room in the bungalow is proving to be a major source of angst - the room has to be both "office" & library and clearly no one in the history of the world has ever dared to have such a dual function room otherwise they'd make bookcases and desks that fecking well match!!! *and breathe* (office bookcases are NOT the same as "book" bookcases which have yer actual books on rather than box files and manuals). Books have been a real source of pain - I had roughly 3 thousand + paperbacks, theres room here for about 900 or so (depends how I can cram them onto the shelves when I get them), this meant giving up my "babies" at first this wasn't too stressful as I culled the ones I have as ebooks already, then I culled the ones I can get as ebooks, but then it got a LOT harder, an awful lot of them were out of print, never going to be available as ebooks, and many I'd had for over 40 years. Hard choices had to be made and some books that had survived every previous cull found their way into the charity box.
I have absolutely no idea where my Star Trek collection is going to go, thats 2 full bookcases worth on its own I'm trying to convince Brahms that a library in the garage is a perfectly reasonable thing to have and lots of people have them..... My disaster collection and end of the world fiction collection made it through the cull unscathed and WILL make it onto the office shelves when they arrive. Its been a very long time since I have lived in a town, so theres quite a few things that I am liking very much including the ability to order several different kinds of take out to be DELIVERED
the rugby club is no more than a 5 min level walk from my front door and you can hear the crowd and the whistle when you are in the garden. Best of all though I am back once again by the sea - its fantastic to be able to see the sea everywhere we turn, and I can be on the beach from home in less than 10 mins. My accent is already returning according to Mrs Xeno - mind you its only been a week mun she needs to wait until I've been here a month tidy like.
Right well people are finally stirring so I'd better go be sociable.
