Tears. I had them today. I know they finally had to come….I’ve been so absent from my life. You know? Neither here nor there. Not high, not low.
But today……the dam broke.
I interviewed a lady to come and do domestic work for someone I know. It’s hard work, big house, live-in position…..she has to leave her family behind (2 daughters)….live alone on this big new property.
The lady, let’s call her H…..H was very keen, wants to start on Monday. Today is Saturday. She’s willing to move in tomorrow.
Tomorrow? That’s good. Right? Really? This lady H, who is 33 years old, is willing to pack all her belongings by tomorrow….bed, blankets, kitchenware, clothing, STUFF…..pack in one day and move here….move onto a new property, in the sticks….no friends, no family, just sommer move. In one day.
And I cried.
I cried because even though she said this is what she wants, what she’s prepared to do for employment….I KNOW the trauma of moving in one day….the uncertainty and angst with unknown changes…the loneliness (that is, and what will come)…..
I cried for H. I cried for me.
I have had better days than this one.