Don't Look....

I'm trying not to. It's hard when everything that makes a home a home is now dismantled in my parents over the garage room. 

My sister organised for her company to come and collect the mattress, tumble dryer and sofa this afternoon- it's looking really empty now. I was glad they did it while we had a dry day, but they left me all of the pads which took three trips back and forth that I struggled to fit into the back of my car. After a day at work, it was the last thing I wanted to do. 

I went to R for my therapy session, and I came back feeling a bit brighter. I mopped the downstairs at 9pm as I wanted to leave it all clean and tidy- there's something about wanting to leave it nice- I guess I care about it as it's been my home for 9 years (on and off)!

I want to go home!