Discovering that your new house has been seriously flooded whilst you were away is not the greatest of news, but then on actually seeing the damage and realising that you are homeless for the short-term and in for weeks of mess is much worse.
My new home; full of stuff, my stuff...trashed. Carpet and bed propped up against the outside wall, damp floors and watermarks on most of the walls and ceilings...a mess! The upside is that all photographs and my prints were saved, along with my little red box of memories.
Now that it is sinking in, I have realised a couple of things. Firstly, my friends are just the best; offers of help, places to stay, legal advice...just awesome and as a result I am now residing in Mariano Manor, with gin on tap and a 24hour all you can eat buffet!
Secondly, I realised that stuff really is just 'stuff'; it can be replaced very easily - confirming my theory that to an extent, what you own ends up owning you; however, memories, experiences, relationships and friendships are the most valuable and irreplaceable items, so easily forgotten in our materialistic existence.
So, this weekend I discover that a glitch in the matrix (and in the grand scheme of things, mine is a piddly little glitch!) is sometimes just what you need to make you realise what matters in life; you can never indulge in the highs if you have never felt the depths of the lows.
'Treat all disasters as if they were trivialities but never treat a triviality as if it were a disaster.' - Quentin Crisp
Sunday, 6 June 2010
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