Best birthday EVER. After three months of trauma, I'm HOME! I'm so tired, on so many levels. I hurt all over. But I'm home . Tigger is home. It's a big empty canvas because there's nothing left after the fire, but slowly I add a daub here and there and make it my own.
Great big huge thank you to my little sister for sharing her home, family and heart to me for the past week. It reminded me again of how important love is, in the big scheme of things, and how empty our lives are without it.
Today, I pottered. I drove. I fixed shit. I met neighbours. I cried... and cried.
But I'm home.
And if you think about all those poor people fleeing intolerable conditions overseas (and I know I have), put yourself in their shoes:
They can't go home. There is nothing left.
They lived in appalling conditions for a very long time until there was nothing left.
They are fleeing unimaginable horror. We only see it on TV and social media.
They want to go home. They can't.
I lost my home and everything I own. Unlike those poor souls, I have the option to remake my life in my own country with my family nearby and no unspeakable warmongering to deal with. I'm so damned fortunate. I'm lucky to be alive. I intend to live.
Love you all, long time <3