In the middle of October Hannah and I went to see about getting her apartment. She quickly decided on the one she wants and started the process of getting it, lots of forms to fill out, lots of phone calls, and lots of decisions to be made. At that time Hannah said that she would do what she had to do but most of it she wanted to wait until after her teacher training at a special needs school. I agreed to that as the training is very intense and exhausting, also it felt a long way away, the last thing to do before getting ready for Hannah to move out and us to move to the other house.
Today is the last day of her training!
Last night I was looking at the calendar and trying to figure out schedules, when we can take things to Hannah's apartment and when we can move stuff to the other house. I realized that in a week's time Hannah will get her key, then she can start to move in.
I just sat and cried. It really is the end of an era.
In about 10 days we will be out of this house.
And I still don't want to move. It just feels wrong on so many levels!
Yesterday a friend stopped by the other house to pick up some books for her kids. I gave her a house tour. She said that she really liked the house, that it was so Japanese and had all the things in the house that she would like! I tried to see the house through her eyes and felt that the house is okay and has potential and could be very nice with a lot of money invested in it! I then realized that one of the reasons I don't want to move there is to do with the awful memories of that place.
About 15 years ago we lived there with my mother-in-law. Just one year, the kids called it the year from hell. I think I cried every single day. She became more verbally and emotionally abusive. If it was just toward me or Hisao I think I could have dealt with that but she had a go at my kids as well. She spent time putting us down. One of the worst incidents was when Christopher, who was 10 at the time, was being bullied at school. We decided to keep him home for a few days until we could talk with the school and get things sorted out. Hisao explained this to my mother-in-law, her response was to tell Christopher that he was being bullied because he was stupid. Not just once but every time she saw him! That broke my heart. Christopher was a very sensitive child and didn't deserve that kind of treatment!
When we go to the other house I'm constantly reminded of the heartache I suffered there. It's also the place where Hisao's health took a turn for the worse. He had high blood pressure and I feel the constant nagging and whining from his mother made it higher. He ended up in hospital for a month with kidney failure and fluid around his heart.
When we moved out I vowed that I would never live there again, I was finished with that place.
I know in my mind that the house is just a building. That the house didn't hurt me, that a person, who has since passed away was the cause of all the pain I experienced there. But it is still so hard. Life here has been comfortable, there have been a few bumps, some very rocky times, especially Hisao's death and dealing with the grief and the time I had cancer but overall I've enjoyed being here. I've enjoyed being with my kids and watching them grow to young adults.
This move is the end of an era. Two of my kids will be moving out, Hannah first, then next year Mikey. I have no real vision of what life will be like for the next few years.
I'm sad about this move, I know I will cry a lot the next few weeks. I know I have no choice.
Today it is very cool. The cats are snuggling up together. That is always a sign of how cool it is!
Just a photo of the cats snuggled up this morning!
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Snuggled on the sofa! |