Day Thirty-nine: A view from our window.
I wish I could say that it was good news. That I’m hanging in a hotel enjoying a sunset on the river, just because.  But, we’ve been displaced courtesy of the construction going on out our little house. Right now, due to insurance/bank red tape, it’s looking like we’ll be living the Hotel life for at least 4 weeks. That’s the BEST case scenario. I can’t even wrap my head around  eating out for a month, much less managing the hotel’s requirement that we never leave Sophie unattended.
Presently, we’re hanging out in a hotel room with 2 double beds. But, on Sunday we’ll be upgraded to a suite with rooms and larger beds. Our son, ever the optimist, keeps reminding us of the “bright-sides” of our current predicament. I’m thankful for a child who can see past the destruction and displacement, because after spending the day packing my kitchen and watching my house implode on itself I’m not feeling so optimistic.
So, stay tuned. I’m pretty sure there are stories coming your way.
The view is beautiful, but the situation not so much. It would be very hard to be functionally homeless and out of your comfort zone/home. Thinking of you!! Hugs.
That and coupled with the state of our house. It’s just unbelievably depressing. In the long run, our house will be SAFE and restored. Key word being “LONG”… I’m such a recluse… it’s hard to be displaced. But, we’ll weather this storm. Thankfully, we’re in a lovely suite now that has some real psychic space!
Crazy!!! Thank goodness for G and his sense of adventure 🙂
We are certainly giving new meaning to “staycation”. If I weren’t living it, it *looks* beautiful. That’s one fantastic image – color saturation and everything – I think it could be post card worthy…
Wow. The gong show continues… Hopefully, the suite they move you to will have a kitchenette, at least. Eating out for a month would make me crazy but at least it’s farmer’s market season and not the dead of winter. Sometimes a pint of cherry tomatoes can qualify as lunch.
It’s times like these that I lament living so far away. I can’t invite you for a home-cooked meal or swoop in with hugs and well-timed humour…
No kitchen. But the we have a farmer’s market on Thursday and the big Astoria market on Sunday–so there is hope. I’m already missing IZ’s home-cooked meals. And I wish you lived closer for so many reasons!!