Today I wanted to share something personal and unplanned with you. I’m sure it’s something I’ll look back on and laugh/cringe, but I feel it important to share in order to a) put pen to paper and help me feel better and b) hopefully help someone else – if I’ve experienced it, hopefully I’m not alone.
On Saturday we moved house. Everything went really well and there were no bumps in the road. However, Sunday came and I was an emotional wreck. I’m quite an emotional person anyway; I wear my heart on my sleeve and apply emotions to most situations (even if totally irrational). But Sunday was unexpected. I’d been a bit upset saying goodbye to my family on Saturday evening, but when I woke up on Sunday I felt… homesick. Probably not homesick, but it’s the only feeling I can accurately compare it to.
I sobbed and sobbed and found it hard to calm down and feel positive. Everything felt very difficult – finding clothes that weren’t in their usual place (pretty normal when you move house), working the shower (again, normal) and even finding a loaf of bread in a Sainsbury’s I was unfamiliar with put me on edge and close to tears/in tears. Then when Stu told me our sofa’s wouldn’t arrive for another month I found myself choking up. Don’t even get me started on Matisse the dog’s performance on Britain’s Got Talent!
Granted it didn’t help that I was missing my sister and that Freds isn’t with us just yet, coupled with the fact I hadn’t slept well and still had the remnants of a cold.
Seeing my Mum and step Dad helped, especially as they arrived with our tumble dryer and got our TV set up for us, but when faced with knowing the desk I wanted wouldn’t fit I couldn’t quite rationally make a decision on what to do next when they offered their help. Simple things that could easily be resolved, yet I just wanted to sit in a dark room on my own and cry. I essentially felt like I could get on with things, but it was a struggle and I could burst at any point.
How am I feeling now? I woke up on Monday feeling 100 times better and had a much more positive day. However, by the evening I felt a little teary (it hasn’t helped Stu’s on night shifts) so I popped out to the shops and then emptied a couple of boxes. I’m pretty sure it’s just a result of having a ‘disturbed nest’, as my Mum would say. I’m a real homebody and I like my routine. Going back to work yesterday felt good, normal and familiar. With all that in mind, this week I’m going to take it day by day, focus on eating well, getting lots of rest and making our new home, home.
Like I said, I’ll look back on this and laugh and cringe, but it happened and I think it’s important to share. Have you or anyone you know experienced this? Moving house is a big deal and I really think the emotional upheaval can’t be underestimated.
Big hugs to anyone going through a similar thing at the moment.
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