The people running the New EA Govt scheme have not been back to me, the promised second session of this is meant to be tomorrow, now it won't happen. This characterises my whole experience of the years frustrating ups and downs, one step forward two steps back; it just occurred to me it's also the nature of the unexpected journey of the ex-pat getting stuck back in their homeland.
Understandably, at 86 yrs old. Mum gets worried about my start over from nothing situation, particularly when the west is in deep recession & my last business ended with me homeless because of my lack of business skills & the appallingly poor advice from my Bank. She deals with her uncomfortable feelings by saying things like "well you would go and break your jaw" like it was an intentional act. As if had just got off a train, saw a hole in the path and thought, OK, I'll just pole-axe myself into that hole chin first, break my jaw, cut my face& break some teeth, stopping only to rip my shoulder joint & bang my knee hard on the way down.
I'm so sorry Mum, you are quite right you shouldn't have to deal with such an errant daughter at your age and you're right that you never gave your Mother such ghastly things to cope with. As you love to point out, you have always been "sensible" and have none of that "bohemian free spirit" in your bones, there's was no time for that when you grew up during WW1 & WW2. Sometimes though, when she says that, she sighs as if she has glimpsed a part of herself dormant & un-lived in the wings; mostly she rolls her eyes in mock despair.
It's late at night, 23.56 to be exact, been asleep in the evening, am wide awake when i want to be asleep. This is a pattern of how my days can turn out since i got back to the UK, it's a bit of burnout. The return to a changed homeland can be surprisingly unsettling and stressful even if it is planned. If it just happens to work out that way there are basic issues of housing, income and making new friends; some of your old ones will have moved on in your absence. Moving is tiring and disruptive yet with short term lets or inevitable changes in your own or landlords circumstances eg: the unexpected arrival of your pets or the realisation your new live in landlady is slightly psychotic, sadly finding home forays become a regularly depressingly tortuous event. Just when you find somewhere that ticks every important box, just when you've changed your official address with everybody, changes are announced and you're packing again !
I can't take it seriously any more, can't get attached to a place or long term ideas of a home, am just appreciative of all the different places am being gifted to live in, all the people am meeting, the lessons learned every day. Since home from life in Egypt,. have had 8 different homes.
Have been able to live here whilst my landlord started a new life, sadly for him, it's not worked out, sadly for me, he's now coming to live here. It's a 6 month agreement we have, with an if things change ~ one months notice clause. Once more I am searching for a new home. May home number 9 be wonderful.
2012 will start with opening a new business and another home move, no pressure there then !